You were born in the shadow of my demise
That I would not see you grown was no surprise.
I did my best to raise you right
until I went quietly into the night.
I cared for you in your illness and health
Although money was spare, love was my wealth.
No wedding day, nor graduation to see
but meeting your first love was joy to me.
I tried my best to show you warmth and love
I guided you with a velevet and iron glove.
I cry at night knowing I will never see you grey
but I smile inside realizing that we had today.
Dum spiro, spero