A Tribute to My Mother
If I had a Nobel peace prize to award to someone grand
Or the Order of a Royal Family grant,
I’d award it to my Mother for as true as here I stand
She’s as close to heaven sent as any Saint.
In my boyhood I remember how she sacrificed her days
So her family’s every comfort she could give,
And she kept it up consistently projecting sunshine’s rays
For her family was her rationale to live.
When her children grew and started out with families of their own
She’d remember them when daily on her knees,
She’d write faithfully on sleepless nights in darkness all alone
For her mission through her old age was to please.
I remember what she taught me though she’s long since passed away
And lies peacefully awaiting at her rest,
What a wonderful reunion we will have with her some day
As we meet her in that homeland of the blest.
“© Copyright Ian Grice 2011 all rights reserved”