Mom
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I’m proud to be my mother’s son
Her last-born child, the youngest one
Her strength I draw with every breath
She fills my heart, long after death
Her kindness, loyalty and love will stay
She guides my path here every day
Her laugh and smiles were second to none
I’m full of pride for all she’s done
She filled my life with love and joy
I’ll always be, my Momma’s boy
Her memory I often share with others
She was loved and cherished, by me and my brothers
Grown up now with kids of my own
I’m thankful for the path I was shown
She gave me life and made me strong
In my heart, she will never be gone
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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