Mom always worked so hard
And when at home it was then to work in the yard,
Mom always knew all the latest dances
And from me she always got silly glances.
Mom cooked like no one else could
Her gulosh was great, this is not to be misunderstood,
Love for us she always had, shown each and every day
This love grew stonger - ever since Dad passed away.
Mom has made my sister and I believe
Whatever we decide we will achieve,
The goals we want to reach in life
Even if it means fighting turmoil and strife.
Mom, this poem in some small way
Will tell you what I wanted to say,
This poem I wrote for you from me
To tell a son's love, for all to see.