blessed

Sometimes I'll wake up in the morning and wish that I had not
I've given my worst and given my best, I've given all that I got
Getting up is no fun anymore, no new adventures have I to seek
I'll try to get up and then pretend that my life is not quite so bleak 

Through  blurry eyes I see my daughter looking down over me 
A much too cheerful voice I hear, good morning my dear mommy
So quick and so ready to make for me a much brighter and better day
Listening to my same old stories trying not to let her mind go astray

Two girls and a boy the number of children I have are three
My oldest child a grown daughter is the one looking after me
Does shopping and laundry and makes meals for me every day
She sits by my bed every evening listening while I pray

Sometimes as I'm looking at her face I'll notice a bit of a strain
I'm fully aware of the situation, so often I can be such a pain
As mothers come and mothers go, I know that I wasn't the best
Many times I will ask myself, why with her have I been so blessed.

Author Eileen Clark