Poetic Verses
Oh! Mother
As that day and moment in May draws near
One that in many ways brings cheer
As it is a celebration for one who is so dear
It is mother's day so to that one get near
To those mothers both young and old
You are special blessed and more precious than that the finest gold
And no matter what is presented in the for of a gem
You far out strip on value anyone of them
This year and those that shall follow
Would be one that is so sad and hollow
As my heart is heavy with the weight of sorrow
Because this is the one in which I bury my mother
My memory though is filled with such admiration
As she in the form of a such a happy recitation
Could in order name the monarch from Harold last of the Saxons
All the events that occurred, up to the House of Windsor now in the position
What a proud moment too as she did mathematics
My young eyes beamed as she was so fantastic
As she quickly solved problems of those conic shapes
The speed and the little effort caused my brothers mouths to gape
How glad too that was I was so bless
As she worked stocks, shares and compound interest
Such information was so helpful I would say
When I did some accounts in my later days
Growing up I can say you were so around
Helping out in the garden or loading canes in the ground
There too was that joy of watching those feet pound
The streets as we hustled along as we carried load through the busy town
Over time as you aged no doubt you slowed
Knowing that you have Bourne that parental load
You always gave that hint about to the beginning of you end
Alas I will no longer be able to kiss that cheek, pull that nose or squeeze your chin
One that in many ways brings cheer
As it is a celebration for one who is so dear
It is mother's day so to that one get near
To those mothers both young and old
You are special blessed and more precious than that the finest gold
And no matter what is presented in the for of a gem
You far out strip on value anyone of them
This year and those that shall follow
Would be one that is so sad and hollow
As my heart is heavy with the weight of sorrow
Because this is the one in which I bury my mother
My memory though is filled with such admiration
As she in the form of a such a happy recitation
Could in order name the monarch from Harold last of the Saxons
All the events that occurred, up to the House of Windsor now in the position
What a proud moment too as she did mathematics
My young eyes beamed as she was so fantastic
As she quickly solved problems of those conic shapes
The speed and the little effort caused my brothers mouths to gape
How glad too that was I was so bless
As she worked stocks, shares and compound interest
Such information was so helpful I would say
When I did some accounts in my later days
Growing up I can say you were so around
Helping out in the garden or loading canes in the ground
There too was that joy of watching those feet pound
The streets as we hustled along as we carried load through the busy town
Over time as you aged no doubt you slowed
Knowing that you have Bourne that parental load
You always gave that hint about to the beginning of you end
Alas I will no longer be able to kiss that cheek, pull that nose or squeeze your chin
