Mothers Day 5-11-2025
Thoughts whisk me away to a foregone time,
when things were peaceful with much less crime.
Of a Mother who never complained of tired back,
from a ten hour day pulling a twelve foot sack.
She had six children and still worked in the field,
her sleepless nights worrying she never revealed.
A tub and rub board always kept our clothes clean,
we got new duds at school start and not between.
She used a sad iron that she heated on the range,
that kept jeans pressed for a twice a week change.
As older one’s grew up we quickly left the nest,
and all helped mother through each life test.
Mothers day retrieves thoughts of my first lady,
and God called her home at the ripe age of eighty.
God blessed our family and all life wasn’t bad,
because we couldn’t miss things that we never had.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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