Sometimes I see my long-lost mom through Hazel’s loving view.
Maybe because her name’s the same as the color Mom saw through.
A constant caring for her own; she helps any around.
Her thoughts go far to help others she hears within a sound.
A tigeress for her cubs and yet, she lets them live their own.
At any age, she’ll always make time to cook and what she’s sewn.
Her sense of humor, it is there. She laughs and so we know.
That often she’s the only one who knows what makes her roll.
Her eyes remind me of my mom, though all these years have passed.
So much alike, it’s great to see: a mother’s love does last.