She is hanging on the wall

The most beautiful of all

My oil painted lady

Was she real? maybe!

Its hard to be sure

That this lady I adore

Could have ever been real

In my heart I do feel

She is beauty and grave

Like only a hand could trace

So perfect in every way

I hope to be like her one day

Eyes that shone with love

Soul as free as a dove

Heart a blazing fire

Spirit could not be higher

My oil painted lady

Gave birth to a baby

That baby was me

She was my mother you see!

She was taken away

I miss her night and day

A knife pierced her heart

Now we are apart

One day we will be together

And it will be forever

Our sould will become one

In heaven where she has gone

BY Liza Mawer