Noah A Williams
01 April 2024
Ode to My Mother
I asked my mom when she had shown grit most,
Per-se-ver-ed and trailed yet ov-er-came
Her re-spon-se delt with loss of her child,
Lu-is was his name.
She was four-ty-two he was twen-ty three
One Fent-a-nyl pill changed our lives so tra-gi-cally
grief, wor-ry , oh Lo-ri I love you so,
We’ll all be ga-thered a-gain, this I know
Asked my mom of her grea-test tri-um-ph
For some its com-mon, for o-thers doubt-ful
Col-lege grad-u-a-tion's like joy spite-ful
You di-fyed the odds & broke the cy-cle
A suc-cess st-ory on par with the greats
Your young-est boy will try to care for you
give a rib if that is what it would take.
You are tru-ly wise and com-pass-io-nate
You are mind-ful of us and those who's young
wish I can sing an ode that hasn’t been sung
in-vi-ted my mom to share and o-pen
Her an-swer is why I can write this ode.
A vi-sion of needs being met, and for happier stories told
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