My daughter asked me to write a poem about her mother who died at the age of 52, thirteen years ago, so this is as if the daughter or it can be any daughter given the same circumstances talking and thinking about her/their mother.
Jeanne My Mother
Where once a light did shine out bright dimming all around,
She walked upon this earth of ours the best that could be found,
Even her longest shadow would lighten any space,
A wonderful vivacious icon of beauty, love and grace,
My mother my mentor my confidant and my friend,
I love you and I miss you oh my heart it doth so rend,
From the first day I remember you did bounce me on your knee,
Till that dreadful day you did depart I'll always think of thee,
I'll admit we not always did see eye to eye, what daughter ever could,
But I am older and much wiser now and would change things for the good,
I would tell you that I loved you so each and every day,
For you I ‘d make the sun shine bright when ‘twas cold and dull and grey,
If you felt unwell I ‘d look after you I'd take away all pain,
I'd tend and nurse you day and night till you were well again,
When I was young and wild you did all these things for me,
I wish and pray I could repay your constant love so that the entire world might see,
How much I really loved you though ‘twas not always said,
Each night I ask the lord to tell you all these things when I kneel beside my bed.
