A Poem For Mom
Life is not the same without her
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Sep 2, 2024
Mom loved her garden. It was her way of relaxing, along with a cup of tea and some pastry. I will soon scatter her ashes at sea. This is the poem I prepared to speak as part of our little ceremony:
Who would fill me with Christmas cheer?
Who would make me feel so dear?
Who taught me to persevere?
Who fought hardships to bring us here?
Who gave me a constant ear?
Who spoke words to make me sure?
A woman so deserving of honor
A woman so strong yet tender
A woman who talked to every stranger
A woman who loved to seek adventure
A woman who lived like every day mattered
My dear mother. My dear mother.
