Mother Dear
When you don’t know what to write about
Write about your mom.
She has a brave soul, yes
For she carried you
Not just nine months, but
through all your years.
Mom, I realize as I leave again
That I leaned on you so much.
You picked me up at every fall
and kissed my boo boos better.
When I got older, mother dear,
You showered me with praise.
Though I faltered and I failed,
With you it didn't matter.
And mother, oh, I love you so,
and so I'm missing you tonight.
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