I could see her on the first-floor landing

As I drove off from the car park below,

Her hand was raised, waving gladly.

She was peering, blindly, towards me,

With eyes which had ceased being able to see.

A mother’s smile was on her face

Epitomising all her love and grace.

 

I stopped the car to dab my eyes,

She would never see the tears I cried,

When I spotted my mother, waving goodbye