Mother’s smile and eyes

Holding a weary disguise

With happiness on the demise

Advice ageless and wise

No one notices us

We are the last to fuss

Lonely in the back of the bus

Mother’s Day yearly trust

Remember who was there

Always without a care

Washing and brushing your hair

Teaching you to beware

Children grow and leave

Mothers stay and cleave

To memories they believe

Truth in their eyes will heave

Tessa🦋