The greys in my mother's hair.

Is more than I alone can bear.

To see her age beyond repair

It delivers quite the scare.

I always wished I had more time

To do right by her.

To show her what I can do and be

But it's only getting harder for her to see.

I think back on the times I broke her heart

How her little miracle didn't care then.

Oh how I wish I could restart

I'd never break her heart again.

But now I sit and wish and stare

Wondering how I can rid the grey in my mother's hair.