My Mom - Betty

Sweet memories of the past
Are ever present on my mind
And often I think of my mom,
A woman, loving, dear and kind,
She was the center of my life,
A better friend I'd never find,
She taught me how to love and care
And to be decent, good and fair,
She shaped me, put me on my way,
I'll miss her till my dying day,
Yet, from my heart
She never went away...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz