Mother

My Mother has lived a very hard life,
often crippled with both grief and strife.
She raised us strong and she raised us tough,
often worrying would it be enough?
She held our hand as long as she could
and as little children we vowed to be good.
But the hands of time could not stand still
and the road she was trudging became even more uphill.
She watched as we grew and then left her side
and the mistakes we would make,
we just could not hide.
Now as adults here on our own,
she reminds us daily we are not alone.
And as the hands of time now lick at our heels,
the words she spoke ring into our ears.
We know that she did the best she could
and we promise still Mom,we will be good!