The Mother

In her arms were a baby boy

With blue eyes and blonde hair

The mother was extremely sweet

She never gave anyone a stare

The mother nurtured her child

For years on end

Her child grew and grew

And for Christmas got a hen

The child was stunningly adorable

Full of merry happiness and excitement

The mother was amazingly and stunningly glad

That her child grew up until his own retirement

The mother somehow outlived her child

She was now 120

One of the oldest in the world

She had no more family

Reviews

[Poet Pittinix]

This poem drew my attention. I knew a woman who had five sons, and she outlived all of them. She lived to about 104.