My Mother My Friend
She did her best, which is better than most
She uplifted me when she learned how.
When I was younger she taught me work ethic
I am proud to say I am still utilizing that talent
She was a neat freak but allowed her children freedom
Not in the religious realm but everywhere else.
I went my own spiritual direction, but was still loved
She was the best baker in the universe; I still taste her noodles.
Our life was easy, in that our home was well kept
Our friends were welcome, but sometimes they went off with Mom
She had a keen sense of humor, and entertained them
Once found out, she had difficulty shaking them
She lived to be eighty-eight, and had eighty-seven great years
The last one was not kind to her, cancer is a horrible gift.
We did not know; she was secretive and did not burden us
That was her way, my mother who eventually became my friend.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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