A long time ago when my life was little,
I met my mother,
She said, “hey diddle diddle.”
Our eyes met, we knew each other,
Along with a very enticing smell.
I loved her, so I had discovered.
Through laughter or sadness and not so well,
She’d be always there for us.
No matter what happened, she could tell.
My Mum never threw any of us “under the bus”.
She was made of rock and marshmallow for measure.
She could whisk away troubles like a great wind gust.
Having her as our Mum was always a pleasure.
Her memories live on in my mind.
I’ll never forget her soft brown eyes and curly hair, no never.
Best of all were baked goods piled up up high.
She was a kitchen magician.
We were all speechless when she served lemon meringue pie.
It filled every sense, no fiction.
