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| For my Precious Mother
My precious Mom how I miss you so, You were always there for me, When my heart and soul were burdened, It was you who helped me see. While today I sit with muddy thoughts, And wishing you were here, I need to talk with you again, How I long to feel you near. Remember the days I would visit you, And before I had a chance to speak, You always knew from the look on my face, The troubles I had buried deep. You always said it showed in my eyes, They told you that something was wrong, You would sit and listen intently, Like you were listening to a favourite song. Even as I write my eyes fill up, With tears from missing you so, I miss so much the talks we had, More than you could ever know. I will always be grateful for the love you gave, For none has ever compared, Unconditional and forever unbroken, And for me you were always there. You never asked for anything in return, Nor did you complain while you were dying in pain, Good Lord above how I miss her so, Please let me talk to her again. I LOVE YOU MOM My Mom has been gone 2 years now, and I still miss her so very much Irene Penney 11/18/04 |
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