A MOTHER'S WARMTH

You didn't promise me the stars and the moon, 

But you were there for me when I needed you;

And those myriad memories of your presence 

in my life mean more to me than mere words do. 

Staying up all night to soothe my brow, with fever hot, 

Cooking for me a complete meal, showing how much you care;

Lending an ever attentive ear, sensing my every mood, 

Just being always there, whether days were four or fair.

So much concern, such warmth is what I revere, 

The perfume of your presence will last forever.