The years have passed since your last Mother's Day; to date, they've made up fifty-two long years. With each, the memories of you replay how blessed I was to feel your love and cheers- that quickly changed from happiness to tears. Too soon you left back then- so very young- not seeing your small grandkids grow and shine. Accomplishments they made- by you unsung as they matured, then added to our vine- your great-grandchildren you'd have thought divine. Although I have surpassed your age by far- my gratefulness stirs deep inside my heart; those years we shared were thankfully five-star in transferring to me your inborn art- fine talents as my Mother from the start. But, I believe you know- seen from above- this family that sprung past your sad end, where you look down with joyous pride and love on me, your daughter- to once more extend My gratitude to you, dear Mom and friend.
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