My Mother..

Her natural beauty, accentuated by her smile,

Her graceful poise, and sense of style.

Soft, flowing dresses with lace for trim,

Long, flowing hair and figure so slim.

Looking so regal, walking on Daddy’s arm,

Always getting her way, she had such charm.

Constantly busy, with good social skills,

Single-minded, with the strongest of wills.

Her laugh when she finally “got” Daddy’s joke,

Or quietly reading, beneath the cigarette smoke.

Her turned-up nose, when something appalled her,

The joy in her voice when Daddy called her.

Her meatloaf was awful, and the green beans would squeek,

Strong housecleaning skills, but cooking skills were weak.

Her garden was beautiful; she loved it out there,

And she wore a white gardenia in her dark brown hair.

She wasn’t perfect, but she always tried to be kind,

And when she wasn’t, well, I didn’t really mind.

For you see, to me, she was like no other,

A woman, so special: she was my mother.

She’s been gone now for so many years,

Yet time can’t erase my mother’s tears.

It was much too soon that we had to part….

Though she’s gone from my sight, she’s alive in my heart.

Happy Mother’s Day