My goodness do have a look at that
That old home is looking good as new
I remember it when I was but a kid
When I came over here to play with you
Your mother she would sit out the front
With her old even then spinning wheel
And she would tell us kids to behave
As we would yell so and ill did she feel
That old dog of hers would bark at us
But it never once did leave her side
And I still remember so seems long ago
When she passed on how we both then cried
I can still remember so lovely her marrow pie
She would sit it there on the window sill
No body ever has made one like your mum did
She as well wrote poetry with her oldest quill
Sitting out upon that same verandah still there
She would write her lovely words then of prose
You have not still got them have you my friend
They would be by now long gone I do suppose
I cannot believe it looks a good as it ever did
I can still her sitting of an evening out there
Sunning herself in what was left of evening sun
On her same oldest and favourite worn cane chair.