Tribute to a tireless mother, may she now rest in peace.
The sweet bleach on her hands,
her life's work scrubbing pans.
Knuckles blistered and cracked,
true beauty she did not lack.
She had time for a garden;
her pale fingers would harden.
Unyielding to the setting sun,
so much she could not get done.
She could sew me a surprise,
dry the tears from my eyes.
She'd bellow a merry story;
there was no end to her glory.
Her life unalterably simplified;
Mama loved us 'til the day she died.