I remember mother’s beauty and her coal stained and cracked hands Each little line was etched in black, like a map to other lands She always wore an apron that she made from an old dress How I loved my mother,I did I must confess.
I remember mother’s beauty and the row of nappy pins She always wore them like a brooch, while we kids made a din The baby had her rusks and milk, she had a little pot She slept inside a cradle then she moved into a cot
I remember most Mam’s cooking, the apple dumplings steamed The kettle too sat on the fire , I played and then I dreamed She had a tin of buttons, she was ace at making clothes She knitted like an acrobat to forget her many woes
Her daddy was a miner till he had a heart attack He came home black and dusty, then he filled his old tin bath When he retired he got a dog, he loved her very well He called her Lassie for her name, she was beautiful , my belle
Her daddy came to see us after our own daddy died He helped our mother with odd jobs, then we all ate scones and cried