She can't recall her battle against cancer
Nor the way it wrapped her within its smirk
She no longer can tell you of a place called home
Where she's lived, an hourglass of years
She wears beauty like a delicate flower
She will ask for "something good" from the store
She is the rose that I still call my mother,
Although now, she's become my child
I will safely keep her in the cocoon of my love
She has always given freely the same to me
Her eyes full of love when my rivers ran wild
As she continued to walk The Mother's Mile
Somewhere within me, I can hear it thundering
Possibly God's angels at the pearly white gates
Let the rain fall, let the thunder sing loudly
We know it's time and she's waiting on ready
