She sits in a rocker, her hair is gray

The sun, in the East is coming to life

She can barely see it, it’s another day

Yesterday, she was a cowboy’s wife

She walks with a cane and not as fast

Her heart is heavy at times, but all heart

She remembers the past

Full of life, not ready to depart

She is a special angel, always pretty calm

Taught school for many years

I am proud of her, she is my Mom

She was always there, when a lot of fears

In her rocking chair she will sit

Always up at the crack of dawn every day

As the eastern sky is lit

Keep her strong, God, this is what I pray