She dozed off in a Stryker bed.
Her head tilted and cricked.
She mumbled and snored a bit.
It was an afternoon nap
and we just were.
Might I stay until bedtime
to tuck her in and say a prayer?
I’ll leave the light on and the door cracked.
I could be just down the hall
beneath that same light.
“Oh Father,
Come to her in her dreams like the daddy
she once adored.
Oh Jesus, take her hand,
like the big brother she once looked up to.
Oh Comforter,
Lay the baby Jesus in her dreams to hold
as she did each of us in a room such as this.
Oh come and be the light in the hall.
Come and be the opened door.”
“I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.” Psalm 4:8 King James Version
As you have wished to us many times over; Sweet dreams, mom, sweet dreams.
© Gerald Allen Barrett and parentheticallyspeakingin3d, 2012.
Gerald the Writer 
John boy, you make me cry. I love you brother!
As I was tightening up this one this morning my throat tightened too.
We are so blessed to have you in our family.
I remember how Aunt Eunice thought you were the greatest. I wonder what she would think now as you and Barbara are raising those 8 children plus your own 4.
Your tribute to your mom is so refreshing.
God Bless you Jerry.
Thanks Marilyn, these times are bitter-sweet.
Reblogged this on Gerald the Writer and commented:
I was touched in scanning some “Mom” poems. She is just down the hall.
Touching. Beautifully expressed.
Thank you. Come again.
Oh, Jerry, what a beautiful, heart touching poem. Love it all.
Thank you Wanda. Peace.