The Watcher!

Reminds me of the poem the Watcher

She always leaned to watch for us
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate.

And though we mocked her tenderly,
Who had such foolish care.
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there.

Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget!
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet.

Waiting till we come home to her,
Anxious  if we are late,
Watching from Heaven's window
Leaning on Heaven's gate.

(To my late mother and all mothers like her.)  

If she saw this picture she would rant at me for comparing her to a minion!