Our Mother Poem by Dee Gey

We all set out- to wander, to roam.
We went to discover the unknown.
We then build a place of our own.
But we children have known all along,
That in our mother's heart - we're home.

Our mother's memory can no longer keep that much.
But her heart separates the happy ones from the sad.
Her memory sifts through time-
Though she forgets things some times.
Still memories of them she loves
Are kept deep in her heart.

A fragile woman of eighty-nine, our mother
Unpredictable as she is, with whims and fancies.
She can be a test of patience-sometimes of temper.
But she is our mother and we love her.
She needs us now more than ever.

When she looks at us, starry eyed,
We can see love for the loves of her life.
She may not be the perfect one,
But to us she's a blessing that
Cannot be replaced by anyone.