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
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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