In nineteen hundred twenty four, <br />Because our father died, <br />Our mother had to go to work, <br />And swallow family pride. <br />She had three youngsters then to raise; <br />It was no easy task; <br />For handout or for charity, <br />She wouldn't ever ask. <br /> <br />She paid her way, and theirs, as well, <br />An everlasting grind: <br />Example of the highest type <br />That one could ever find. <br />From typist to important jobs, <br />Advancing all the way; <br />Was dedicated to her work, <br />And she was there to stay. <br /> <br />She put herself through high school <br />By attending class at night. <br />Then evening college studies <br />Would provide a future, bright. <br />She taught us things like faith and hope, <br />And, also, charity. <br />And, in addition, we were shown, <br />What's called: frugality. <br /> <br />But, halfway through her college quest <br />A major war was on. <br />So, Navy was the uniform <br />That she would neatly don. <br />The years she worked in Government <br />Would total forty two. <br />And, after that, she settled back, <br />With other things to do. <br /> <br />She's owned her home for forty years, <br />And now we help her stay there. <br />We often go to visit her, <br />And, now and then, we pray there. <br />She helps her children even now; <br />She's not like any other: <br />One of a kind, perfectionist; <br />A very special mother.<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/widow-and-very-special-mother/
