All my aches and pains,
Whether old or new,
Cause me to exclaim,
Will I end up cold and blue?

Worry about every pain,
Will my cancer return,
How will it come again?
Another illness’s turn?

I worry so much,
Seems like all the time,
Is it such and such,
Will I run out of time?

Time is so precious,
Want to be a Grandmother.
Hush sweet baby, hush,
Let me sing you another.

Lynn Martin McHale 3/2/13 Copyright All Rights Reserved