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
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