More than a Queen
More than a Queen
What did she mean to me? She was my World,
The lady with soft eyes, and silver-haired curls,
More than a saint to me, more than a Queen,
She gave me life and let me live ‘my dream’.
She was my shelter, my shield, and my guide,
She built these feelings I hold now inside,
From baby to young man, I never did fear,
As long as I knew that my mother was near.
Beautiful thoughts now, are all that I keep,
Mixed with the love, and the tears that I weep,
For someone deserving the highest of praise,
And a throne, with the Lord, for the rest of her days.
Rest in perfect peace Mam – Love you.
Your ‘Babby’
Mick
( Copyright Michael Westwood 2015 )
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