MOTHER

 

MOTHER

One hundred years ago today,

Mother entered into this world of ours.

World War One about to end.

Her Mother died when she was nine,

The Great Depression soon begins.

Time, it is elusive.

Me, her first was born,

World War Two about to end.

Time, it is elusive.

She died nineteen years ago, it seems like yesterday.

Time is neither here nor there.

She lived ‘till she was eighty-one.

She danced, she laughed, she loved.

Time, it is elusive.

But,

She, was real.

 Her beauty, her essence, her beautiful auburn hair,

Still lingers on today in warmth and presence in the air.

Happy Birthday Mum.

© RFC May 1, 2018

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