Ode To Mother Poem by Leonora Smith Lopez

A mothers work is never done, it starts dawn and last dusk.Someone to lean on through the years, the one who will whip away all your tears.Someone to hold you in the night, when darkness gives you fright.Someone to kiss you when your sad, and make your gloom back to glad.Someone who, s always dear and near, who helped you out through all these years.And now its so very, very sad, that you are gone and we, re still here.But someday we shell meet again, and be together at Heavens end, and once again to feel apart of a mothers loving heart