My Beautiful Mother

She sits, alone in her living room Knitting her entire life into a cup coaster Watching her soaps. Her heart swells too big for her tiny chest Singing a country song out of tune Washing the dishes. Wounded by years of giving Her heart pounds extra hard to compensate After her heart attack. Small in stature, she stands taller than the tallest man Never thinking twice about making extra To feed a friend. Simple in her thinking, she radiates her inner beauty Always helping out in any small way Never thinking of herself. She sits, alone in her living room Knitting her entire life into a cup coaster Watching her soaps.