Mother

Far back as I remember Mother's days were full Always doing something That's what she liked to do In the winter day's you'd find her With a shovel in her hand Out there moving snow Boy her energy was grand Then I can remember Watching her hang up clothes Out on the summer clothes line And I'd watch the sheets just blow They were fresh as spring time As the sun would warm then dry And Oh it was so nice To sleep on them that night Other days I'd see her Mowing our country yard She would have things really neat She often worked real hard Yes my mind goes back To those good old days And they are like no other For among my most precious memories They're of my precious Mother