My strong, vibrant mother..
With the eyes of a shining star.
Laughed her troubles away
Whether she was near or far..
She tried her best with what she knew.
To everyone her heart just grew and grew.
I remember watching her scrub the clothes with her bare hands.
As red as they appeared and as sore as her legs would get from standing hours on end it's just something we didn't understand.
How a mom so proud as she was never asked for help.
She was a survivor, no doubt.
Sometimes she would skip a meal to give someone else her plate.
" She loved" because she didn't believe in the word " Hate."
Music and dancing was her past time.
Laughing with me, and enjoying our glass of wine.
Just rambling on about the good ole times.
She loved her family, children, friends and most of all her grandchildren.
But only had eyes for certain charming men.
She was a good woman who lost herself.
Because of her broken health.
The last year of her life..
She suffered with pain and sorrowful strife.
Through.all that she still tried to smile.
You would see a glimpse of her as a child.
She fought til the very end...
A battle to hard to comprehend.
Now she's with the angels, watching over all of us.
Because that is my mom
Someone who just loved to love.
She is at peace now, singing and dancing in the skies.
As gone as she is your never really ready to say goodbye.
©terrylin53
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