Remembering Mama
My mother sweeping up the floor,
Greeting neighbors at the door,
Stopping for a cup of tea
With cookies and some milk for me.
She'd make the bed, do other chores
Before hanging the clothes outdoors.
My mama led a busy life,
But still she was a happy wife.
The meals from Mama's hands that came
Would put most restaurants to shame.
She meant the world to Dad and me.
She's with me still in memory.
I see her shining chestnut hair
With tortoise comb to hold it there.
She kept it all in ordered check,
Except for curls on back of neck.
She gazed at me with mother's pride
Until the very day she died.
I know there'll never be another
Who could love me as did Mother.
Mother's always in my prayer.
I ask that she be happy there
With floors to sweep and beds to make
Someone to love, for love's own sake.
For Deborah's contest
won 13th
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