Love

Mother rose Every little morn'
To tend to me There she stood
Waiting by the door Selflessly
Took my hand Took it with a smile tenderly
Mother rose Every little morn'
To tend to me Now's the time
To turn the view Now that I have you
And I'll rise Every little morn'
To tend to thee When you rise
Open up your eyes You will see
There I'll be Waiting by the door
Come to me Take my hand
Look into your heart There I'll be
Now's the time To turn the view
Now that I have you
Now's the time To turn the view
Now that I have you
Roses growing by my door Climbing up the vine
All the thorns and pain obscured Roses shall divine
Where we feel no pain And the love inside
Where roses climb Roses shall divine
Roses shall divine Holy mother
Mother of gold Mother with stories
Told and retold She felt our tears
Heard our sighs And turned to gold
Before our eyes She rose into the light
She rose into the light She rose into the light
(Smith/Shanahan)
This is a song Patti Smith sings, as I read the lyrics they make me cry. In a previous post I talked about my mother. She has alzheimers and just in the past two months has stopped walking. She is unable to cognitively figure out how to put one foot in front of the other.
I don't know how much longer my mother has, but I enjoy the moments I have with her. This song really resonates in my soul because it describes my mother, with tenderness and love she took care of me.The love my mother has shown to me lives on in my heart. Now is the time to turn the view, now that I have you, my mother's love will live on in my children. My mother showed me what real love is, love never gives up, it sticks with you through the bad and the good. In the weakest moments, love is the strongest. It's bright light shines in the darkness. When my heart is broken that is when love will spill out. In the end through all the fire of the trials and heartbreak, the dross or impurities are removed and all you are left with is pure gold.