Xmas Mom

I remember some times,

When I was a kid.

I remember my Mom,

All the things that she did.

She would sit there and sew

Well into the night

She would make all our clothes,

For times were so tight.

I didn’t have a dad

Not that I can recall

Mom said he had died

In a war, or a fall.

But I remember one Xmas

All cold wet and damp

Snuggled in bed,

Only light was a lamp.

There was a huge pillowcase

Hung at the foot of the bed

And when I did peak,

Contained a fire engine, Red.

I remember that Xmas

Cannot recall my Dad.

But I remember my mother.

And the fire engine Red.

Eric Valentine Sept 26/02 ©