Mother was…
She was the world to me she was
She was mother
Eye have the memory of that thank GOD
Intact
Not the cancer or the linger of a life gone cold
Or the hatred of a father living in the world and paying out
Making matters worse in my opinionated fact
Mother was…
Love
A flower vase of pretty blue flowers and later purple ones remembered how she cared how she placed them in a VASE and watered them with care and made sure the roots was there in the water to be loved…
Mother was…
A Mother loved.
