I wrote this one in 1992 about my lovely Mum. 

Is there a way 

to ease the burden

God has placed on your shoulders?

The weight of the world 

is eternally on you mind

and your head hurts

You must be the most kind and 

thoughtful person I've ever met

It doesn't seem fair 

the way you care

for so many people, 

so much

After all, the world is cruel

you should have learned that by now

but you're still fighting on

your war wounds increase daily

and I'm scared

when I see you slowly fading away