I remember how loving my mother was when I was a child.
She was always supporting and gentle.
She'd make me laugh and feel happy.
She knew what I needed and always provided.
Poets:
I reached to pick up my hat from the ground.
No apology was forthcoming I found.
That was not nice.
Think you'll do that twice?
I saw her She was standing at the counterShe was beautiful.She walked away.