Mom sat in this chair.
Bought for her one Mother's Day.
Never thought
It would someday be mine.
Life is to live.
To enjoy, celebrate, and give.
In the moment,
We see where we are.
Seldom do we see what lies ahead.
We see only where we've been.
After so many years
you'd think it'd be worn.
Love surrounds
when it is found.
Every day is new,
for those very few.
Like Mom, it's tried and true
and always "for you".
Passing through,
We're On Our Way,
To where, who's to say.
Your Mom will be waiting for you,
I heard someone once say.
The closer we get,
The less we "give in".
To "the choice of the day"
Living, learning, finding a way.
