Your Mother, My Mother
Words just do not measure.
Tender kisses and loving hugs, some of my memories of my mother above,
Just a woman, of whom I am proud, nothing special, nothing to be found.
She cared for me in her loving way, although today she can not stay,
She sits at the right hand of God, and looks down on me with so much love.
Memories cherished of a smiling face, auburn hair, and clothes of good taste.
She was smart, so selfless and kind, like any other mother, whose not left behind.
For in my heart she will always remain, like a beautiful rose that I can not name.
She is the star at night, the guiding light and the pillows of kindness that I put my head on at night.
She is the soft summer breeze that caress's my face, the rain and the sunshine for all to embrace, .
I miss you mum, as every day passes, you did your best to make me happy.
I miss the smell of your perfume, the gentle touch from the person whom,
sacrificed your life to let me live, joy and happiness, this tribute I give.
In memory of you, I planted a flower, an azalea to show me the colour,
of those stunning blue eyes, that I remember so well,
smiling down on me to keep me from harm, and tenderly to watch me from afar.
Good night sweet Princess, I will dream of you, until we meet again at life's upward hill.
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