Memories

Poem about coming home after school and being welcomed by my mother.

Home from school, I would rush so fast
  To greet the aromas my home would cast.
You in the kitchen your apron so neat,
  Humming a tune with love so complete.
To the bedroom I'd run to see what you made
  For me and my dollie's fashion parade.
Never knowing the work and the time it took;
  To make all those clothes even down to the hooks.

That is a memory instilled in my mind
  My mom has now gone to a place so sublime.
When I seek contentment, that seems hard to find;
  I remember that place so far back in time.