Oh dearest Mother of mine ❤️

Cataracts of cruelty had  covered both her eyes so barbarically

And I wept to witness that suffering, though she would not see my cry

As dripping down my tearstained face was sentimentality, flowing forcibly from each eye

Oh my dearest Mother of mine, I can recall this just like yesterday

Although that dreaded doom of your demise, has long since past me by since you went away

There you were warmly wrapped up, snuggled as a bug in a rug, slouched in your favourite chair

Lost in your own bubble of that insufferable, senile dementia without a troubled, thoughtful care

But I listened to your sighing, as you looked out staring into space

Yet I knew you hadn’t got the foggiest of a clue, nor could not have even recognised my face

And when on that melancholy month of March that good Lord up above..

Sent his Archangel with her wonderful wings spread wide, just like yon heavenly Dove

They enveloped their affection around you, in such a sheer beautiful embrace