A Letter To Mother

Mother, oh Mother, oh how I think of thee your loving touch your patient soul was alway there for me, In times of crisis, in my youth when adolescence flaired it was you who took control of things point is you were there, You never got to see me grow to the man that i am now for you had to leave so young in life before Gods' throne you bowed, The highest honor I bestowe to you your essence will live on tis' the pattern of your life i live till my day is done. Leonard Charles Peele