An Ode To My Mother

T’is like yesterday you left the stage Just like that you turned the page A story you left untold For me to tell the world You nurtured me so well Spoiled me enough, for me to tell Always ready to change my mood Sewed, knitted and served up tasty food Gifted hands you certainly had Anything less than perfect, would drive you mad What did I take from you, Mother mine? Faith, hope and love, very fine Your crochet and patchwork quilts remain A daily reminder of your industrial train Life without you is certainly not the same Eight years gone and back, you never came I thank God for giving me you, for a Mother I would never wish for another You gave me love, so much You taught me how, the world to touch