Merry Christmas, Mom - Part XIII
After living for sixty-four years, you had to depart.
You were a terrific mother who had a huge heart.
You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that is a fact.
I cried when you died because that was how I was bound to react.
Christmas will soon arrive.
But we can't spend Christmas together because you didn't survive.
If you were still alive, I'd tell you how important you are to me.
But you passed away in 2013 and sadly, you're gone for eternity.
Even though the doctor attempted to save your life, your life came to an end.
Merry Christmas, Mom, you weren't just my mother, you were also my friend.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
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