About the Poem
While caring for one of my patients, I watched a mountain of a man humble himself before his mother. The love in his eyes and the way he talked to her spoke volumes.
|by Pauline Hamblin
|As I sit and hold your hand,
I think of how I became a man.
It was your love that nourished me
And made me what I chose to be.
Now that you will soon be leaving,
Know that I will spend a lifetime grieving;
For you, my mother, gave to me
A lifetime of love so naturally.
Reflecting on memories of our past,
The love you gave will always last.
Always mindful of my needs,
To succeed in life you planted seed.
The hardest thing I'll ever do,
Is to say goodbye when your life is through;
For you have been my dearest friend,
And it breaks my heart to see it end.
This poem is inspired by my patient's
son. Devoted to his mother, he spends hours
holding her hand and talking of their past.
She will leave a legacy of
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