Halo of grey hair frames her face
Daily she takes her familiar place
Comfy chair and cosy throw
Cheeks lit up by the TV’s glow
Aged senior, retired mother
Not so different from any other
Often forgotten, hard to remember
Rarely stoked like a dying ember
But she is here and she will stay
Though bare distinction 'tween her days
Her shaking hands are soft as silk
Her favorite snack is served with milk
Determined son who's spent and weary
Crinkled eyes not often teary
He cleans her clothes and sets her plate
He always calls should he run late
He cannot leave, there is no choice
Her song would fade without his voice
Today I say please summon kindness
Open eyes grown dark with blindness
Like dust swept out with threadbare broom
Need just a whit to lift the gloom
We have forgotten a generation
That deserves our love and veneration
A sliver of time brings boundless cheer
Restore that connection with someone dear
Such good it will bring
Should we answer the call
Let this mother and son
Set the example for all