Mom . . . still can't believe you are gone
July 22, 1924 - January 13, 2013
A coalminer's daughter
without the warm memories,
A single mother of three
before it was in vogue,
A landed islander's lady
and "GreatGran" to a horde,
Some thought for sure
they knew her,
if they ever would.
In a corner of my heart
she'll fill an empty space,
since that quiet Sunday evening
when she saw her Pilot's face.
Lovely. But nobody sang it like Mom.
Dedicated to my Mother - on Amazon
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