She is still in my Heart,
She will stay with my Soul,
Her shadow will follow;
wherever I should go.
Her hand will always be in mine,
As time flows on by.
Since the time both our eyes met,
My mother fell in love
and it is her I will never forget,
Year roll on, and I've passed the haze,
Now, I have my own children to raise.
This wonderful lady,
my beautiful mother,
There is none alike,
like her, there is no other.
Maybe, I wondered,
Just maybe, I thought,
If she remembered those daisies,
So long ago I bought.
I wrote this poem when my teacher's mother died, who I knew were very close. This poem is to Mrs, Peachey of Mutarnee SS. I only wish that one day I could write a pure poem for my Mum, one that would sum up the love I have for her, and always will.
