Poetry

Mother, when I think of you,
I think of Poetry

and skies of blue.

I think of writing,

it must be neat,

I think of prayer

Every night, what a feat!

I think of love,

so much you gave,

I think of Spankings

when I misbehave.

I think of friendship,

Yours is the best.

I think of bread,

You must let it rest,

I think of crafts,

you taught me well.

I think of kisses

whenever I fell.

I think of Trials,

You're always so strong.

I think of sewing,

Your thread's much too long.

I think of lessons,

so many learned.

I think of the stove,

and my fingers burned.

I think of heaven,

wrapped up in your touch.

I think of you mommy,

and I love you so much!

Written for my mommy by: Lynnette 12/10/09