My Mother


When I was younger
It was just my mother and I
I remember as I was growing
Through all the hardship and work
She would be there early in the morning
Getting me ready with a brush
I remember the feeling
As the brush would go through my hair
The way its soft bristles
Gently fell through and into the air
And I remember her gentle smile
As I glanced at her while brushing my teeth
And when I did it wrong
She would laugh and help me
And I remember the taste of blueberry muffin on my lips
And sweet apple pancakes
Dribbled in maple syrup
Most of all I remember
Us both hand in hand
We were one team together, we could never disband
And now we are here
Four more kids came along
And though all is over
Things said and things done
I still love my mother, even though our time together is gone

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