To Our Mother
Open doors of the house
Never quiet as a mouse
Cleaning we see once again
Rearranging furniture to no end
Cigarette smoke and pine sol
Scents familiar to us all
From ocean breeze to city wind
Following flees and houses to mend
Through the worst of the storms
Resilient your love still warms
Even though things of the past are gone
I know this memory will still live on
You, our ship to safety when the tide swept us out
You, our compass to lead us back in rout
I can describe this in many ways
But there’s no need of such a maze
It is Mother’s day, this is fact
And your our mom simple as that.
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