My Mom
(May 28, 1902 - April 16, 1974)
Mama
(in loving memory)
She held her head a certain way,
her hands were graceful, too;
She had the warmest smile and her eyes were brown, not blue.
They sparkled when she smiled and I'll never forget the way
She sang away her troubles as she worked throughout the day.
Today would be her birthday if she still was here to see;
Tonight the brightest star you see will be Mama smiling at me.
Joan Adams Burchell
written May 28, 1987
(copyright)
