Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Mother by Sarah Jane

M o t h e r

My mother is my hero,
She watches over me,
In times when I’m in trouble,
She was always there to see.

She really was that person,
That every human wanted to be,
And everyone wished she would have been there,
When my niece, Alexa turned three.

She loved me oh so dearly,
And I really did love her,
If I ever asked to help with dinner,
She would always let me stir.

My mom was a perfect angel,
She was beautiful as could be,
I loved it when she’d give me hugs,
And I’d never want to be free!

by Sarah Meservy