Querida Madre
Time brought a change to her soft face
Once wrinkle free, of them no trace
But age defied what she was when
Young girl, mother, our needs she'd tend
In living room hangs a small portrait
Drop dead, gorgeous when our dad met
Brunette bombshell, whose face would set
Thousands of eyes on her I bet
Slim she was with curve appeal
Where love would knock and her heart steal
One of a kind, a jewel that's her
By him father whose heart she stirred
Wife, mother my confidant
She's what inspired for me to want
To be like her in sentiment
To know and love her Heaven sent
Today she walks a little slower now
Her eyes sometimes make me wish how
I could change what time has stolen
The best of her that I'm still holding
Wishing she could relive her past
Today with those now gone she tasks
With loss her own I can't erase
To see joy lost upon on her face
Dedicated to my mother Elvira Flores
Always and forever in our heart!
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