This piece is to make mention of a great mother who isn't mine.
Her name is Mrs. Ruth Bailey, a treasured lady for all to meet.
Mrs. Bailey instilled the same virtues she has to her two children.
It was a precious time for her seeing them mature.
She nurtured them with a loving hand and a heart that was totally given to her family.
Tears fill my eyes thinking of my own mother and how the two compared and were evenly matched to take care of the children.
Love is emanating from within the heart of my own mother as will be true when Mrs. Bailey's soul is required.
It is felt within me and my contention that love never dies.
What's more is the two children she had are both respectful and respected members of society.
Forever you will be known as Blessed.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)