Mother's porch was my safe place, a shelter during the storm,
She had plenty of time for me on her wonderful, lovely porch,
Watching the birds make their nests, she'd discuss the daily norm,
Making quality time for me, always, on her timeless, classic porch,
Now I reminisce of her, crocheting and laughing carelessly,
Mother can you see me from heaven, do you have a front porch?
I know you must be rocking and singing, in that home of the free.
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