A daughter's loving ode to her mom

My Mother

My Mother, she was funny and fun
Always admired for her social ability in any situation
But today she really doesn’t know what to say
And when she thinks of something, it’s all she can think of

My Mother, she was always full of memories
from her childhood, the war and family
But today, she is that child
and they are not memories

My Mother, I love her so much!
It’s sad watching her leave us this way
But today, we just love her
As we know she once loved us

— Excerpt from a poem by Julie Watts Benns