Time, her warm embrace.

Her warm embrace before I was a child,

Waiting patiently to hear me cry.

She stared at me, her eyes were wild.

Thinking beautiful things, watching my mother try.

She never lets go, not even for a minute.

Holding my hand, seeing me crawling and then walking.

She stared at me, only from a few feet,

Thinking joyful things, as I went on playing.

Slowly I grew with her by my side,

"You can do it!", she had cheered with a big smile.

She stared at me, leaving where I had once abide,

Thinking hopeful things, as I walked my life's own miles.

Although the journey was rough, I met goodness,

Together we loved and soon were blessed.

She stared at me smiling, still in her youthfulness,

Thinking great things, holding our boy with eyes so obsessed.

Hairs grew grey, bones frail and heads scanty,

Both I and goodness, surrounded by grand ones.

She stared at me, at my children and family,

Thinking wonderful things, of what life for me was once.

And now here I lay motionless in my death bed,

Thinking of the end and all things left behind.

She whispered softly, this time her voice I had heard.

Never did she age, cherishing memories to my mind had been blind.