A mother of three, plus me makes four
I'm sure there were so many more.
She led a life of love and care
And guided us from here to there.
Warm and tender, and simply good
Not just words that describe her food.
They say that cooking bares one's soul,
So true with her in every bowl.
Devoted to her loving rock
In life without him she was lost.
She cast out rhythm, rhyme, and reason;
But still her love we knew so well.
She guides us now from up above
Our souls protected by her love-
She's found her way to lasting peace
And joined her rock in heaven's grace.