My Mother Poem by Teresa Dearing

She strayed up nights to help me sleep,
She knew my fears way down deep,
She would laugh and cry with me,
She brought out the best you see.

She would scold me for my good,
Guiding always, the best she could.
While understanding my situation,
She would motivate me for creation.

She blesses me at every gate,
But always worries for my fate,
She always knew just when I’d lie,
But don’t you make her baby cry.

She was prettier than any other,
Better than the rest, my mother.

Teresa Dearing
Credit to Sumita Datta for her
poem' My Mother' wording and inspiration