She was a woman with hair of golden brown. By far, the sweetest lady in the town. For her clothing was pressed to a tee, So neatly it was, it sure impressed me. She wore mainly dresses of blue jean cloth, And little country shoes without any socks. Her hair was done so perfect, And the time she took was worth it. For not a curl was misplaced, I can still see how it framed her delicate face. The mother of four with no wrinkle to be found, She was a good mother who kept us bound in her love and in her soul, With the kind of love only a mother knows. She was supportive and proud of all we did, And it showed by the way our family lived. She served the Lord and followed His Book, You could behold it by the light that was in her look. After thirty-nine years of long living, It was her time to stop giving. The Lord had called her by His side, And that was the day my heart died. Why must a woman of such devine virtue as she, Why must she be taken from me? Sometimes events happen that we can not make sense of, But I know now that she is flying like a dove. With angel wings as bright as the sun, I can not wait until I have some. Then we will be together again, Mother and daughter the way it was intended.
Reason for writing:
I miss my mom and my memories of her are in my poem.
Birth sign: Libra
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