My Saintly Mother Poem by AHO Speaks

My Mother was definitely a saint
But now she 'aint'.

Gone to heaven before her time
Mother; the only one that was ever mine.

I envision my Mother is in every beautiful earthly scene
The ones of reality and certainly those that appear in our dreams.

She arrived each morning as she has always done
I put her on the pedestal along with our golden sun.

Painting the sky with her mauve and rose'
As always; that is how she starts, the beginning of each and every day.

She chases away the darkness of night
Get up, get up she said; for to stay in bed is not right.

I can still hear the rattling of pots and pans
Putting something on the stove just for her young boy-man.

So my Mother left and my life does lack
My Mother is my faith in love, which I will never give back.

And so my Mother I bid you a fond and loving adieu
Know that I share and will always love you.

10-28-05 Aho Speaks