Another cycle in life unfolds As we watch our mom grow old Like a veil that was lifted away I saw how frail she looked today Silver threads among her hair She looks so fragile sitting there I'd like to fold her in my arms Keep her warm,safe from harm By her love I am so beguiled In my heart I am her child With her love I've gotten far She'll always be my shining star And when her light begins to dim A part of me will die within Every day I sit with her a while Just to listen to her,see her smile So each day I say a prayer I'm so thankful she is here carolann crowley 4/29/2011 ps my mom passed away before i wrote this.