Hello again
That is all I could think of for a title.
A BEAUTIFUL THING
It is a beautiful thing to be able to sit with mom, hold her hand, and read to her.
It is a beautiful thing to hold her when she is feeling alone.
It is a beautiful thing when all she wants to do is hold my hand.
To reach out for it.
To know I will immediately reach back for her hand
To know that she is never alone,
as long as I am around.
It is a beautiful thing, that she smiles at my singing,
and enjoys it, even though at times it is at best, OK.
It is a beautiful thing that mom speaks to me,
knowing I will understand her.
It is a beautiful thing that mom knows I will be their everyday.
Waiting for me to arrive, listening for my voice, reaching out her hand,
acknowledging she knows I have arrived,
and everything is OK.
It is a beautiful thing,
she still laughs at my goofiness.
It is a beautiful thing,
when I see the life in her eye's.
Her spirit being alive and vital.
It is a beautiful thing,
I have been given an opportunity,
to make sure the rest of her life has meaning,
and there is someone who makes it a little bit more enjoyable.
It is a beautiful thing,
I get to have this time.
To spend showing mom I love her.
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher Schmuland
