I have no riches, no gold,
no mansions on a hilltop,
I've written my soul,
There was no way I could stop ..
My words I pour out from
these thoughts deep inside me..
My thoughts are my gifts,
to cherish, to keep ..
Remembering how I rocked
and cuddled you to sleep..
In that big rocking chair
in my bedroom I still keep..
Through hard times and bad
we went through so much...
We squabbled and fought
like a family out of touch..
But in the end through all
those turmoils and strife..
We knew in reality it was
what we called Life..
So read my dear children,
read my words I have written ..
They are my Legacy of Love,
these words I've submitted...
I know you may cry
as you read on this page..
I am no marvel,
no beauty,
nor am I a sage..
I'm just your Mother,
my Love is immense..
It is hard to describe,
not in dollar or cents..
No house is too big,
not the land that it's on..
Can begin or compare
to this mothers Love song..
You were the beginning,
the end of my life as I knew ..
My riches, my treasures,
my loves, as you grew..
So don't be sad when
I'm gone, my children,
dear ones..
I'll be right there beside
you, as you read
ALL my poems ..
Patsy McNutt Morgan
( originally written on 04/11
Rewritten on 05/28/13)
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