Such elegance, such charm.
She stood well above all the rest.
A beauty for all to see,
Her arms outstretched, the very best.
She didn't seek for wordly fame,
No beauty contest did she win,
Her hair was not coiffured as such,
Her elegance was from deep within,
Her clothes were not the latest fad,
No hat perched upon her head.
No veil of secrecy did it show,
No feather adorning it was said.
Elegance, refined, I would describe,
My mom was this and oh so much.
Love was her name as clearly seen,
And felt indeed by her loving touch.
Her little bun upon her neck,
Her sunbonnet she wore most every day.
Her printed dress was clean each morn,
Elegance was hers, I'd say.
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