You Know My Mom? She Was a Lucky Lady

©2017 E. R. Smith

You know my mom?  She was a lucky lady

Raised in 1930’s foster care

Our fathers abandoned us to her care

None left their last names behind

You know my mom?  She was a lucky lady

Raised four children on her own

Struggled to keep house and home

Very few treated her kind

You know my mom?  She was a lucky lady

Stretched resources like five loaves and two fish

Gave thanks for every received wish

We were all so sure of her love

My mom,  she sure was a lucky lady!

Called Jesus’ blessings like a preacher

Couldn’t read well, but raised a teacher

She now watches us from above

You know, I hope I’m lucky like that lady.

Loved and revered by children and grands

At her funeral most could only stand

I so love and miss my lady.

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