She is old now
and struggling to remember
where and who she is.
But within the weakened frame,
the hollow of the breast,
the heart prevails.
The bold, tireless woman
who sheltered you,
though failing, yet endures!
Talk to her while you still can.
Hold her time-worn hands in yours.
You will never regret it.
Remind her of her long life,
of the songs she sang to you,
of the difference she made.
Laugh and cry with her,
and know that she will hear you
until her last breath.
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Beautiful, Sharron.