My teacher, and my guide

You took care of me, tenderly,
As I grew and learned to live.
You fed me, washed and clothed me,
When there was naught to give.

You spoke to me, patiently,
In my teenage, ‘rebel’ days.
You steered my path, quietly,
Beyond those stormy ways.

You took pride in me, maternally,
As I grew in older age.
But God called you then, to eternity,
As time turned another page.

And now I sit, reflectively,
And I kiss your picture frame.
Your lifeblood here consecutively,
But life isn’t quite the same.

But although you’re gone, life carries on,
And I am filled with pride.
That you were mine, my precious Mom,
My teacher, – and my guide!

‘Goodnight God Bless Mom. Give Dad a kiss from me!
Your son,  Michael xxx’
Mick
( Copyright Michael Westwood )