A Rose For Momma

When momma was so very young

And around my grandparents the young boys hung.

Many a rose was passed her way

But I gave momma her last rose today.

Momma was a working hand

Never had time to stop and hear a live band.

Always working to care for us kids

Or trying to make daddy’s life easier and most often did.

You see momma was a lady, one like you hardly see today

She did what she could to help make ends meet and the bills to pay.

Cooking and cleaning then into the fields to plant

Many a day her and dad worked from can to can’t.

But when dad would bring a rose home for momma it always made her day.

For momma was a simple lady, and the luxuries of life slipped away.

Her strength guided us kids and often a switch to our behind

Someone that loved her more than dad and us kids you won’t find.

Momma took us to Church on Sunday morn,

If we tried to play hooky we would find her scorn.

So many times “I love you” would have been a simple thing to say,

But I gave momma her last rose today, for yesterday she passed away.

©David R. Alexander

April 27, 2003

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Postscript:

This poem I have written for my wife for her mother, who passed away several years ago. She was everything that is written here and more.