Thru a thousand miles of a stare,
I connect to my mothers eyes.
Her mouth trying to form words.
Her frail body making motions to counter act the anxious mind who wants to move.

Thru a thousand moments of silence
I connect to my mom with memories.
How she comforted me as child,
catering to my needs.
How she gave me many an experience
like dance, voice, and drawing class.

Thru a thousand fields of compassion,
I drift in mind looking in eyes
of my moms azlsimers form.
A form where only three words
of importance count...
I love you.