My Mommy

Soft and round with smiling eyes Baking candies, cookies, cakes and pies. No better chef could ever be Than my dearest sweet mommy. Mrs. Claus could not compete With my dearest sweet mommy. She could even charm the birds. I saw her myself, you can take my word. And when I fell and bumped my knee, She was there to comfort me. When I was sick and felt so bad, She found ways to make me glad. When I was bad she gave me a whop And told me why I had to stop. Everyday she taught to me The things she knew that I would need. Now I am grown and she is gone. I’ve missed her so much for so very long. In my memories now I see her face, Her smiling eyes and gentle grace. I can see her still charming the birds Or angles perhaps with her comforting words.