My Mother

A stem of bluebells, beautiful; Softly tinkling in the wind. A soft heart and person so soulful; The only one of a kind! Her softest feathery touch, That tells you, you’re loved so much! Her soft hoarse voice; Always respecting your own choice. She supports you no matter what you decide; Her attention is with you; she’ll never divide! A whispered “I love you” in your ear; Soft enough only you can hear; And when your heart is sore, is aching; And your hands are trembling, shaking; To her you can unpack, complain; Talk to her about all your pain. Your sad story you can share; Tell her everything, she’s always there. Her tender heart is always open; To tend to your ache, your heart that’s broken. A mother’s tender loving care; With you she will always share; She’s my tender loving mother. A kind soul like no other! A stem of bluebells, beautiful; Softly tinkling in the wind. A soft heart and mother so soulful! My mother, one of a kind!