Mother Poem by George Savige

My mother means a lot to me
Although she's far away.
I shut my eyes and I can see
My mother stooped and grey.

Now she can't run the way she did
When she was twenty two.
The years for her, have quickly slid,
Since mother said 'I do.'

And taking care of all her tots
Was sure a mighty task.
I see her standing stirring pots
To feed us what we ask.

A goodly woman there indeed,
She cared for us as mothers do,
And mum fulfilled our every need.
I thank you mum for being you.