My mother gave me an ode poem, oh how I love that poem br The scene of her perfume on it, the picture of me in her arms br This letter I keep with me all the time, I love it so much I sleep with it under my pillow br To her nice hand writing, to the black ink she wrote in, she wrote until her ink went low br br My poem is great, my poem is wonderful, to the white paper she wrote on it’s beautiful br To the green words of the title, my poem she gave me is the best br I love how she gave the lip stick print on the top of my poem, sad to say she's at rest br I will always love the poem she gave to me before she passed br br To the words in the poem she gave me will always endure br Word by word my lovely poem is speaking to me gratefully br This ode poem was from my mom and for only me sincerely br I love my poem, oh how wonderful it can be br br Its so wonderful do you want to read, br Take a look, take a look and you will seebr br twilight simmonsbr br