Some mornings I see her in her cosy pink dressing gown,
Complete with hair net, unfit to go to town -
I feel her at my side when I push the hoover round -
Then it hits me – she’s so cold in the ground!
How can it be so soon – she’s gone from this earth
And I didn’t take the time to tell her her worth?

I sit at the dining table – without her.
I watch a comedy on my tv, and hear her laughter.
I long to pick up the ‘phone like I sometimes did
And pour out my feelings like when I was a kid.

I wish I could just return to those years -
For whenever I fell she picked me up and dried my tears.
She was always so caring, understanding and kind -
No precious, dearest mother one could ever find.
If only our time together hadn’t been so very brief
Maybe there wouldn’t be such overwhelming grief.