Memories Of My Mother From Youth - Poem by Rhonda Baker
What are your memories of your mother?
Is she a person set apart from any other?
Busy all the time cleaning, to make things right
Waking you in the morning, tucking you in at night
Endless hours in the kitchen, with recipes hard to repeat
Chicken and dumplings, cakes and pies so sweet
She smelled of Oil of Olay when she hugged you tight
And of Breck shampoo, when she set her hair at night
She’s so strong, with both her mind and might
And always taught us how to live our life right
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