Poetry

Mother

By 16th April 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

Who was there to hear my first cry
When into this world I was born
To bring to my Mother the gift of love
On a Winters day ‘fore dawn

She cherished me like a Mother should
And fed me and mad sure I was warm
Then washed me and suitably clothed me
Taking care that I came to no harm

With 4 brothers and a sister to join me
A happy Family we became
All proud of this lady our Mother
With love she treated us all the same

When War came so did her worries
To feed us all was a chore
Mother would often have nothing to eat
So that we could have just that little food more

But love was there in abundance
And it grew with us through Life
Although to us this lovely lady was our Mother
To our Dad she was his loving Wife

To try to repay the love that she’s shown
We all loved her in return like no other
For we were her loving Family
And she was always our Darling Mother

Dennis Shrubshall

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