MAMMA

MAMMA My mother is sadly now just a faint memory As her passing was a number of decades ago But always caring, maternal, and good to me Of course, classed as a baby boomer, I know I was to be her only child, born just over term Brought me up well, as she watched me grow Not dominant, but always fair and yet firm She played piano, which in turn, was inspiring Long brown hair, yet rarely received a perm It was plain that later life became quite tiring Taken with cancer while I was working away Her life had been modest but worth admiring In the end, survived by her father and mother A proud woman of substance, unlike no other