MOM,
Mom lived her life for love of friends and family,Neither asking for nor wanting a return.Her days became a sunlit homily,With others' joy her joy and main concern.When we were ill, she also became sick;When we were cut, she, too, began to bleed.Of our oil lamp she was the wick,Drawing her bright flame from our need.Some say that such behavior's out of date:That self-fulfillment is the way to grace.But Mom, without much choice, then chose her fate,Finding greater truth in an embrace.She lives on in the sparkle in our eyes:Laughing, quiet, gentle, loving, wise.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HOPE YOU GET THIS WISH IN HEAVEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND MISS SO DEARLY.
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