Sang to me.

[Fea]

I had a mother who sang to me,
Of beautiful maids on the open sea.
Of wind that blew through trees,
During the day and through the night.

I had a mother who sang me songs
Of distance mountains and Chinese gongs.
Of horses that run through far away lands,
Of giant men with the biggest hands.

I had a mother who sang to me,
Of witches and wizards and magick that lives.
Of times in the past when everything was fine,
Of shimmering stars and bright sunshine.

I had a mother who sang me things,
Of romantic nights and summer flings.
Of winter snows and April showers,
Of falling leaves and summer flowers.

You may have jewels upon your hand
Or banks of money across the land
But richer than you'll never be
Because of my mother who sang to me.

[piñata]

That's one of your best poems yet. Good to see you're still writing them.