My Mother was definitely a saint <br />But now she 'aint'. <br /> <br />Gone to heaven before her time <br />Mother; the only one that was ever mine. <br /> <br />I envision my Mother is in every beautiful earthly scene <br />The ones of reality and certainly those that appear in our dreams. <br /> <br />She arrived each morning as she has always done <br />I put her on the pedestal along with our golden sun. <br /> <br />Painting the sky with her mauve and rose' <br />As always; that is how she starts, the beginning of each and every day. <br /> <br />She chases away the darkness of night <br />Get up, get up she said; for to stay in bed is not right. <br /> <br />I can still hear the rattling of pots and pans <br />Putting something on the stove just for her young boy-man. <br /> <br />So my Mother left and my life does lack <br />My Mother is my faith in love, which I will never give back. <br /> <br />And so my Mother I bid you a fond and loving adieu <br />Know that I share and will always love you. <br /> <br />10-28-05 Aho Speaks<br /><br />AHO Speaks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-saintly-mother/
