Your much loved face so worn with care
I visit in my mind today
I miss so much your fun and flair
Your energy and kindly way.
Your hair now shot with silver thread
The grey eyes tired in their place
A blessing on your ancient head
A victor in the world’s last race.
Your cheeks now pale and heavy lined
The strength of character always there
Stares out at me and fills my mind
And gives me refuge from all care.
When I in turn do this road take
My mother’s steps I wish to tread
Then in my turn an example make
Now I am mother in her stead.