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Visiting Time

Posted in Many Paths Many Voices

I’m a little scared to visit, Mama,
‘Cause I’m not sure who I’ll find;
A face that has a ‘knowing look’,
Or a lost and puzzled mind.

I know I mustn’t say, Mama,
Do you remember when?
Your head will soon start hurting,
As if searchng for a long lost ‘friend.’

Yet sometimes there are fragments,
And echoes from the past,
That light up those blue blue eyes,
And there ‘you’ are at last.

I shall remember, with God’s grace,
These moments we have had,
The hugs, the smiles, the laughter,
That far outweigh the ‘bad.’

Sometimes you are a frightened child,
And scream your terror out,
Sometimes you push us all away,
Unable to be helped.

I remind you, Mama, “Gentle hands,”
Remember to be kind,
A message of the heart, Mama,
I hope you still can find.

Today, you got some rest, Mama,
As you held my brother’s thumb,
Sleeping like a child,
Yet still our precious, Mum.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2021