Sometimes I Cry
Sometimes I cry, but what else can I do?
This terrible illness is a tough pill to chew.
This once lively lady now lies in her bed.
Just being turned seems to fill her with dread.
More like an infant, she becomes every day,
Dear God, how I hate to see her this way.
Yes, there are those who would say "Let her go."
From deep in my heart, I would have to say no.
This dear sweet lady, once full of life,
Was someone's daughter, a mother, and wife.
She touched lives with her warmth and her grace.
Her love was seen by the smile on her face.
But, sad to say, her life has now changed,
And now, in her mind, everything's strange.
But she's still my mother, so I'll do my best,
To see to her comfort 'til God gives her rest.
I'll do what I can to help calm her fears.
I'll hold her hand as she sheds bitter tears.
There're times when I see the love in her eyes,
But it doesn't stay, and sometimes I cry.
© 2000, Jerry Ham