BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME

Love hath cast it's curse,
And for a mother there is no cure.
"OH" the joy and sadness,
As parents we must endure.

Our minds are wise,
But our bodies weak.
As we send our children,
Down the paths we seek.

And though our visions,
Are never the same.
For their success they know,
We are the ones to blame.

So when I ask my children,
As you Grandmother, have me.
How they are,
What they've come to be?

I hope they too say,
BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME!

This poem is a Christmas gift to my Grandmother
An addition to a letter of thanks for her compassion and devotion to her from me and my siblings......