Life Is Ever Changing

As I tend to my mother
I remember the days
She would take care of me
Now she needs help with so much
It is my turn to help her
As I brush out her hair
That we have just washed
I have to hold back tears
I know her life will never be the same
And neither will mine…

Too soon she is gone
And I long for another chance
To just be able to brush her hair