Walking With Mom

          She used to be so fast



          I would complain that she walked too fast for me



  As she now walks slowly and cautiously
                                                with the aid of a walker



The memories of her fast strides are replaced with

                       me slowing the pace so that she
          
                                can walk with me




               Momma, don't worry take your time...


                     I'll be right here by your side