My mother's steps

I know she smiled ,
when I was a child,
as I started to walk.
And she laughed at little things ,
as I learned to talk.
She has memories of me,
that she's kept,
As I watch her again,
taking a new step.
She still smiles ,
and I'm amazed,
How she manages to have ,
such love and grace.
When I look at my mother,
I see an angel's face,
Sometimes that seems to help,
As I watch her again,
taking a new step.
Each step she takes is full of pain,
But she walks with God though the flame,
I wipe tears from my cheek,
for not being able to help,
As I watch my mother again,
taking a new step.
She taught me to walk,
and I know,
It's not easy for her,
but she always seems to show,
Me how to walk, with God's help,
As I watch my mother take a new step.
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