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Sitting by my bed, my amazement wonders;
How she could be here though my blunders?
A soft voice and a smile she gives me,
And I thank God for this angel from Thee.
My feet in casts keep me from faring,
But, “May I help you?” I’m hearing.
I can’t serve myself without a struggle
I seem to have put myself in a pickle.
Turning from the window and sun setting
A light is turned on and a dinner I’m getting.
Fixed on a tray is a full balanced meal
With wishes that soon better I’ll feel. 
Her time and her patience I soon relent
Speeds the time passing, not so slowly spent
My spirits are kept up by her encouragement
And my body strengthens with her nourishment.
I feel guilty for so thoughtless I’ve been
Before spending this long time to mend.
My thanks now to you, my Mother,
Who is as glorious as none other.

© Copyright 2001.08.25 by Jean E. Gorney