Janurary Twenty-Third

Happy birthday mom, today you would have been one-hundred-three, hard to believe you have been gone almost ten years. Mom you use to tell me, to call you, write you, said I would, but never did, over and over you told me, someday I won't be here, mom I know that, I will write, I will call, but never did. You always wrote, always called, whenvery we parted, I would always say, if I don't see you again will see you in heaven. Today mom, wished I could call and tell you how much love have I for you, so nice if could send a birtdday card to you, that's not to be, so this poem says it all. Mom growing up, thought you would be here for ever, never dreaming of losing you. Mom wished I could be like you, so giving, so caring. You always thought of others never of your self, you always lifted me up, encouraging me is so many ways, your faith in me amazed me so. So mother dear, hape a happy birtday in heaven, love you so, someday soon, will say happy birtday to your face. wrote 1-23-07 in memory of my mom Marge Leaming born 1-23-04 and died 6-05-97