Mother
My mother was so wonderful,
Often I
Think of
Her
Everything she has done, has been,
Rewarding.
I hold on to her,
Loving memories,
Overtime they have become strong
Very.
Everything in my life is because of
Years of strong up bringing
Old habits never die.
Understanding,
This keeps me to
Have to
Always hold on to these dear memories.
Never letting go.
Keeping her in my mind and heart
Strongly.
So as long as I live, she will live
On in me and her grandchidren
Most of all our
Unconitionally wanting to
Choose to
Hold on to her memories, forever.
poem by Tameeka Smith
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