You fed us, clothed us, kept us warm
Held us, taught us, showed no scorn
Every day you gave your time
your life, your love, your soul, your rhyme.
You never once had idle hands
You worked two jobs to meet demands
and never once did you despair,
complain that life just wasn’t fair
The only wish you ever dreamed
was to be a mother; wife esteemed
and so you gave up all your life
for small desires, full with strife
I didn’t understand your needs
and now my heart, for you it bleeds
Your cherished girl, lost out the blue
a husbands illness moved him too
And now you live your life alone
with only me to call your own
A life confused, and filled with space
I’m sorry, I can’t take their place.
Though just because I can’t be smothered
Doesn’t mean I love you less, dear mother.