Fading Mom

Fading Mom
by Janice D. Green

When Mom was young
She cared for me
She wiped my tears
And fixed my knee

And as I grew
She was my friend
She met my needs
And lent her hand.

But then I moved
So far away
And failed to call
And share my day.

I dreamed of things
That we might share
Another day
When I got there.

But years have passed,
Shared moments few,
With miles between
Where loneliness grew.

She’s ninety-three
Can barely hear;
I hold the phone
And shed a tear.

Before her years
Slip away
Enjoy your mom
Day by day.