My mother was an artist In another life When she could find a moment to herself From the role of mother and wife She painted with colour and a love of country scenes A Cootamundra girl , an Irish kawleen with A lifetime of dreams My mother painted in watercolours Flowers, mountains and trees When she found time From thinking of others And our needs My mother always saw the beauty of everything around her She couldn’t see the point of wasting energy On the trivial that could occur Always patient, never angry My mother loved to write poetry And send it to me Beautiful words of love To remind me of my duty to society She painted with colour and a love of country scenes A Cootamundra girl , an Irish kawleen with A lifetime of dreams I should have told her more often That I loved her for all time Told her how lucky I was that she was mine I should have, could have, would have now But I didn’t at the time My mother was an artist My mother was an artist My mother was an artist She painted with colour and a love of country scenes A Cootamundra girl , an Irish kawleen with A lifetime of dreams Never to late, she is here in the air around me always She’s my only one Love you mum Love you mum You were an artist of love
