MOM
By Janie Moore

At the window overlooking the garden
At the end of each day we sipped tea.
Though I was flying home soon to visit,
She came early to visit me.

At the end of each day we sipped tea
And shared our hearts and souls.
She came early to visit me-
There was something needing to be told.

She shared her heart, her soul.
She'd grown tired, weary this year.
There was something needing to be told
And she loved sipping tea with me here.

She'd grown tired, weary this year.
The tests disclosed she was slipping away.
She loved sipping tea by the window near.
That's why she came early to visit in May.

At the end of each day we sipped tea.
Our special time to bear pardon.
She came early to visit me.
And the window overlooking the garden.