When I was a child you were there,
The skinned up knees you did repair.
Through our childhood, you drove the car,
To Ball games, and dance classes near and far.
Into my youth I tended to stray,
All you could do was sit and pray.
My teen years were a tangle, with many ups and downs
In your frustrations I know you would sit and frown.
Into my adult years, we began to drift apart,
But I knew I held a special place in your heart.
Then that fateful day came when I called you kind of frantic
You came to my call and hid away your panic.
I had a heart attack they said it was mild,
You sat to comfort me your oldest child.
But God was not done another test he did lay
My world went dark, the alarms did bray.
My heart did stop on that fateful day.
With your panic you fell to pray
The chances are not good the doctor did say
You shook your head and continued to pray.
Now it is my turn dear Mother,
Your battle with Cancer is like no other.
Like you did for me on that fateful day,
It is now my turn to sit and pray.
The battle has been lost,
Your last breath has been taken
Our tears come at a cost
But even now we feel your Love and are not forsaken.