Mom

I remember her early breakfasts, and tying my shoes up tight; I remember her goodnight kisses, and tucking me in at night. I remember her doing up my raincoat, and sending me off to school; I remember only her gentle touch, and never anything cruel. I remember when she held me, when my first love broke my heart; And remember her words of wisdom, when I thought my world would fall apart. I remember how she would laugh at herself, and take things all in stride; I remember how she helped me find, who I really was inside. I remember her growing weaker, and how I wished I had spent more time, For I will remember Mom forever, and I am so glad that she was mine. Carl Fraser