Mothering

My Mom Julia I’m honored to say,
Always took care of me every way.

Especially back in March twenty three of sixty-five,
When my Daddy William suddenly wasn’t alive.

He left us fast and without warning,
Leaving us alone on that spring morning.

My Mom immediately without being told, 
Was forced to be the head of the household.

She became my rock; she became my strength,
She would unquestionably protect me at any length.

Everything I needed in my life was there,
Food, shelter and clothes, I was never left bare.

She went to work and paid for my education,
Guiding me through with no hesitation.

Her personality exceeds unlimited bounds,
Creating an atmosphere so special and sound.

Her grandchildren are now the apples of her eye,
Denying them nothing, her generosity sky high.

Over the years this wasn’t said enough,
I love you Mom; you have all the right stuff. 

William P. Frasca 

Copyright 2003-2011
William P. Frasca