The Truck That Wouldn’t

About the Book

This Poem was written to my mother.

A Little Something

Mama, a little something to say goodbye

You were my mom, you were my best friend

You were everything to me even at the end

You were the brave one

Who helped me keep my feet on the ground.

Mama I know you knew how much you meant to me

I should have learned to express my feelings,

But I knew you always knew

I loved you, not only because you were my mama,

But because you were my best friend and my hero.

Mama, you taught me wrong from right

You  taught me how to be strong

And fight for what was right

You taught me to forgive and never cast blame

Mama you were my world.

I will miss my mama, my best friend.

I love you Mama

Love,

Alena Robertson  AKA - Ruth

About the Author

I live in Bakersfield, California with my family. I have three children, and I am an elementary school teacher in one of the local schools.

This book was written about my mom and dad because he loved to tinker with old cars and trucks, and she was always by his side no matter what.

When dad wasn’t on the road driving his truck he was at home with his family and out in the backyard tinkering with on his cars and trucks.

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.