My Mom Poem by Marilyn Lott

My mom was always at our home
When we climbed off the bus from school
A delicious dinner on the table always
We were taught the important golden rule.

She also taught me how to cook and sew
She tried to do the best she could
Through many difficult illnesses
Some at the time were misunderstood.

I will forever miss her and love her
I always knew where I belonged
Our home was always a HOME
It was because of my loving MOM.