Poems by Vickie Kendrick

For my mother

Sitting on a porch swing on this beautiful day,

My mother then began to tell,

Of all the things she had done well.

She spoke of the true love she had obtained,

She said it was sweeter than a spring rain,

Her love for him lasted many years,

In his passing she has shed many tears.

She told of her children and what they meant,

With them the joy she has spent.

Her love was free for them to share,

We knew she was always there,

Advice she gave was for free,

Wanting the best for us to be,

Honesty and respect for others was a must,

In all her children she placed her trust,

To love everybody and then we would know,

The family circle of love we have seen grow.

by Vickie Elliott Kendrick