So many memories, where to begin?
So many tears, I am trying to keep in.
I dry my eyes, then dry them once more.
I've never felt this way in my life before.

My Mum was never one to complain.
Mum saw the Sun, when we all saw rain.
Hospital appointments, one after one.
Where did she get all her strength from?

I'll miss those afternoon movies on TV.
Hot water for Mum, cup of tea for me.
I hated quiz shows, but saw them too!
Just to spend a little more time with you.

Generous to a fault, from purse or jar.
I hated the lockdowns that kept me afar.
Window chats, no hugs, kept 6 foot apart.
Those horrible times, broke my heart.

'Stay strong' my Mum would often say.
With that in mind I'll keep my tears at bay.
But sorry Mum, that's easier said than done.
From where will that strength ever come?