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My Mother's Day...2003
Today is my mother's day.
She left me one year ago.
On March sixteenth, two thousand two
Our Lord and Savior called her home.
She took with her
Her flirtatious smile.
She left me her perfume.
She took with her
Our daily phone calls.
She left for me
Her photos that now adorn my walls.
She took with her
Her secrets, her truths.
She left for me
Memories of my youth.
She took with her
The dreams that we shared.
She left for me
A life, yet spared.
She took with her
Her playful ways.
She left for me
My mother's day.
Today is my mother's day.
I set aside the day for she,
Who took with her
A piece of my heart;
But left for me
So many memories, sweet...
L.A.Mc Nabb
Sunday, 11 May, 2003
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
She left me one year ago.
On March sixteenth, two thousand two
Our Lord and Savior called her home.
She took with her
Her flirtatious smile.
She left me her perfume.
She took with her
Our daily phone calls.
She left for me
Her photos that now adorn my walls.
She took with her
Her secrets, her truths.
She left for me
Memories of my youth.
She took with her
The dreams that we shared.
She left for me
A life, yet spared.
She took with her
Her playful ways.
She left for me
My mother's day.
Today is my mother's day.
I set aside the day for she,
Who took with her
A piece of my heart;
But left for me
So many memories, sweet...
L.A.Mc Nabb
Sunday, 11 May, 2003
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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My Mother`s Day...2003
My Mother`s Day...2003