I Remember Poem by Conley Murray

I remember as a lad,
being raised on a farm without a dad.

I remember my mother getting welfare
so we could eat,
and I remember the hot summer heat.

I remember the winters snow and rain,
and I remember my feet getting so cold
I would cry in pain.

I remember the house with no electric and no heat,
and I remember the winter winds being hard to defeat.

Now I am getting old, and I don't feel bad,
because I know my mother did her best with what she had.