MOTHER, My Mother…

“My mother. I look in a world full of eyes And I travel a day and a year, But nothing is sweet as the memories that rise In my heart, when I fancy you near, There isn’t a mile that I haven’t your smile To help me in all that I do, And the older I grow, the more surely I know There was never another Friend, sweetheart or mother As much of a pal, dear, as you.”

5.5” x 6.5”