I sat and watched my mother doze off in a Stryker bed.
Her head tilted and cricked to one side.
She mumbled a little and snored a bit.
It was an afternoon nap
and we just were.
I wondered if I might stay until bedtime
so I could tuck her in and say a prayer
and leave the light on and the door cracked.
Then maybe I could be just down the hall
with the same light resting on my bed.
I wondered if I might just say a little something to God
while my mom listened.
Come to her in her dreams like the daddy
she once adored.
Sent the baby Jesus in her dreams for her to hold
as she did each of her kids in a room such as this.
Oh come visit her in her dreams Jesus,
like the big brother she once looked up to.
Oh come and show her around your assisted living place
where there is always room for a visit.
Oh come and be the light in the hall.
Oh come and be the door opened.”
you have such a tender and caring heart jerry… your mom can be happy to have a son like you