To Barbara

Our mum,
You couldn’t fault her
Worked hard all her life
Through struggles and strife
Encouraged us to do our best
Make the most of our time and
Then have a rest
Brought up the kids
Kept us clean and neat
Didn’t compain when we got under her feet
Taught us to love and share all we got
A criminal she frowned on and told us not
To treat anyone unkind
But care for all
To speak our mind
Tell the truth and do not kill
To remember God gave us free will
We loved our Mum, We miss her so
And her hard work
We still can show.

To Barbara

Shirley Cooper (B)Lake

Birmingham, United Kingdom

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I write personal poem in all sorts of venues. Sitting undera tree in the park, at a table in a pub, at parties. I wrote this for a drunk, depressed man who had just lost his mother and was waiting in the pub then going to get his coach back home.

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