Barbara Marie Mocke
To My Mother 1890-1988
I was born to a beautiful lady,
Her beauty was of her soul.
It's an honor to be her number one baby
She lives in my heart and will never grow old.
When I was small, she said to me
"Some day I hope you have a child like that,
Who brings home to you every stray she sees"
Here comes my daughter and another cat!
It was a tough road that she trod,