My Mother Poem by Frederick Nellist

There are countless stars in the sky
Birds in multitudes go winging by
But only one mother gentle and wise
To me she is an angel in disguise.

So often I made her worry and fret
I did not embrace her when upset
I remember this and a tear it brings
Now I'm a mother I know these things.

I love her for all the things she done
The laughter and love, days of fun
She fondly taught me in the right way
And listened intently to what I'd say.

So often not enough food to go round
Something for us she always found
Later in life I learned with despair
What was left over was mothers share.

Now grand children sit on your knee
Their grandma, but still mum to me
You are the finest that God did send
You are my mother, my best friend.