It’s the time of day I most often see
And a day I will never forget
When the digital says eight seventeen
I pause to catch my breath
At the setting of the sun back then
Oh, so many long years ago
My mother’s life came to an end
How I hated to watch her go
During her last year on earth
Our roles were forever changed
Helpless as a child she was
She depended on me for everything
Not one second of that whole span
Do I feel I missed out or wasted
Only by and through God’s grace
Though, could I have even made it.
I miss her now. I always will
But I don’t wish her to return
Eight seventeen haunts me still
But I believe she’s at rest at home.
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