So many things of mom I miss,
Her gentle touch and tender kiss.
I can still feel her warm embrace.
And picture her loving face.
A mother's task are never done
And heaven must have needed one
For angels came and took her hand
And led her to Gods promised land.
She is surely kept busy there,
While brushing little angels hair
And making sure they are dressed right.
Not staying out too late at night.
Although there is sadness, this I know
She is waiting there, her face aglow.
I close my eyes and I can see
Her arms still open.
Wide for me.
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