For Mom

Written for my mother shortly after my father died of Alzheimer's

For Mom

The wind blows free in the cloudy sky.
The pine trees bend and sway.
And in the west the sun goes down
At the end of this lonely day.


The night creeps in and fills my dreams
With a love that's long since past.
And 'tho it hurts I'll always know
That this heart-felt pain won't last.


The new day comes in a blaze of sun.
The wind is quiet and still.
And morning brings new hope, new life.
As the sun comes over the hill.


And once again I feel the touch
Of a kind and loving hand.
And know that God is with me still.
And once more life is grand.