Many months you carried me,
All the while, so lovingly.
As a babe you held me dear,
Your loving voice I could hear.
As a child, you taught me well,
You picked me up, when I fell.
You would wipe away each tear,
Showed me I had naught to fear.
When a child, you held my hand,
Then you taught that I could stand.
You showed love, that I could see,
This is the way, it should be.
You taught much, I’ll not forget,
Though you’re gone, I love you yet.
©2020 Steve McLeod.