Christina A. Sharik
TRIBUTE TO A MOTHER
She raised her children by herself;
she lost her husband long ago.
Her boys grew to be fine, proud men
Her daughters learned to cook and sew.
Her hands would tell of babies held
and fevered brows she’d cooled
They’d tell of cooking, baking, and scrubbing
The household she ruled.
Each of her children has gone his own way
until now she’s all alone
And so with wrinkles and gray hair
her years are now her own.
©Copyright 1965 by Christina A. Sharik (aged 17)