Rechelle Elizabeth DeMoss

For My Mother Whom I Can't Touch

When I watch you
Through those crying eyes
Knowing I can't hold you
Or when I hear your voice
On the other end of the line
Knowing you are so near
Yet so far away
Or when I watch the endless hours go by
Wishing you were here
Knowing you can be
Yet wondering why you can't
I stand up
For much hope
I stand up