My Mom was so nice, she taught me a lot
Like how to cook rice and not burn the pot
She’s in my mind still, guiding my life
In how to treat people, especially my wife
If your mother’s not here, that may make you feel sad
You’ll keep looking back, to the times that you’ve had
She remains in your mind, even though she is gone
Her message to you, would be to keep moving on
I still love my Mom, as you do yours too
Nothing can change, all the things she would do
She may now be residing, in a place I don’t know
Looking down from above, just watching the show
So I’ll keep giving her something that she’d like to see
The child she is proud of and hoping would be
A dreamer, a joker, a caring and loving mate
And not some grumpy old fart and stingy cheapskate
Don Hamaliuk, St. Albert
