My Mother

by

John Connaughton

Shes known to one and many, a friend indeed to all
Today she turns another page and lets the sand grains fall
Another year has drifted by with days that fuel the flame
An extra shade with colour sprayed, but still she is the same.

A plain and simple rearing with comforts small and few
But always sure and willing in all she had to do
A lifetime lost in labouring with heartache, sweat and tears
And memories vast and varied assembled through the years.

Theres no one to compare her with for none can fit the mould
A loving caring mother with a telling heart of gold
I see in her so many things that fill me with great pride
It means so much, with a gentle touch to have her by my side.

All the words that could be written and all the colours in the pail
Could never paint the picture nor ever tell the tale
But in the hearts of many, be it family, friends or more
There lies the telling snapshot of this one we all adore.

I know her as my mother, my soulmate and my friend
Someone Ill live and laugh with and love right to the end
Someone that I can talk to in a manner true not feigned
For shes that someone special, so natural, never trained.

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