A Mom

A mom,
A large smile on her face,
Was enjoying lunch,
With her adult daughter and friends.

Getting up from the table
Was shaky and difficult,
Three women helping,
Protecting Mom from falling,
Helping Mom steady herself
On her walker with wheels.

A slow procession,
Grouped around still-smiling Mom,
Moved toward the exit.
“I’ve sure enjoyed being with you!”
Was spoken through the smile.

And I, observing unnoticed,
Knew I’d seen a sacred moment,
God’s love shared,
A mom filled with joy.

Jim Hughes
April 5, 2006