How lovely in the morning light
My mother’s face so young despite
Her age of ninety years and three
So beautiful she seemed to me.
Enhanced by make up it is true
Her peach skin shone. Her eyes were blue.
Deep royal blue the coat she wore
When she stepped out of her front door..
Her stature small. Her will power strong.
She always brought her dog along:
A Yorkie straining at the lead
Trying to get her up to speed.
Of all the people that they met
Not many of them will forget
The spirited and humorous talk
Of this old lady on her walk.
Now she’s gone, on mornings clear
When out, I sometimes feel her near
And thanking God for the bright sun,
I pray she’s with him having fun.