An Early Memory

I was young, but I knew she was struggling,
As she knelt on the lino and scrubbed.
I offered to help, and she let me.
I took hold of the floor cloth, and rubbed.
‘’Now wring out the cloth in the bucket!’’
I did so, and rubbed the floor dry;
Back then, I was proud as a peacock
Today, I just sit here and cry.
We scrubbed and we rubbed then, together
Wee Maggie, my mother, and me;
Today I would cuddle her warmly.
And make her a nice cup of tea.

By Dabbler

20/07/2011