Mother
Dedicated to my late mother Estelle Primrose Holland (nee Pearce) 21/05/1910 - 31/08/1961 - who died when I was 13 years old.

The other night while I lay and slept
I dreamed of my mother: my eyes were wet.

She dies it was, I think, four years ago
In peace she passed away, oh no! Oh no!

She was so young and loving, kind and true
I guessed my life would have to start anew.

From face to face I looked. They heard that sigh
That told us that the end was drawing nigh.

That night   we stood  beside her bed
She looked, she smiled , she sighed and then was dead.

Doubtless, I knew for sure within my mind
Someone to replace her I could not find.

Three strong sons she had borne within her womb
Why did she have to go and leave so soon?

My throat was dry and tears were on my cheek
My throat was tight no words there were to speak.

We left first one, then two, then Dad then I
Why did she go, why did she have to die?

She died it is I think four years now past
She gave her love and fought until the last.

Tonight I know as I lie in deep sleep
I will dream of mom and my soul will weep.

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