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Mothers Day


 

sil mum

My mother was the epitome of perfection

She was eighty nine when she passed away

Who left us with many happy memories

Of everything she did and everything she had to say

For over sixty years she cared for her family

Which was composed of four girls and one boy

In spite of the many problems she had to face

She managed to fill our lives with joy

Memories of those times often come into my mind

These memories drive the sadness of her loss away

The efforts that she made and the joy she gave

Are remembered so on mothers day

Ron Martin

 

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

One response

  1. There’s no love like a mothers love. Beautiful post

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