Mom
You’ve been gone almost seven years but that doesn’t mean I don’t cry sad tears. You raised ten kids all by yourself,I’m glad you’re my mom and not anyone else.Food on the table and clothes in the dryer. I heard you yell **** cause you got burnt by the fryer.Seven boys and three girls you made us your world.We never had to worry because you took care of things.The roof over our heads to shoes on our feet there wasn’t an obstacle you couldn’t defeat. You were a strong woman and I wish that was me but I’m not the woman I used to be. You warned me yes that’s true but just remember I’m not you.I don’t hold a candle to the woman you were ,just being your daughter was enough for me, and growing up happy.So raise your glass for Shirley Dunn a hell of a woman whose battle is done.She flies with the angels up in heaven you see and checks on me every so often on me. I love and miss you so very much,I guess you always were my crutch.No pain or worries left to fret.Just visit me sometimes, I know when you are near,you say I love Baby Girl momma’s here.
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