My Mother
My eyes begin to tear as I look at this in a sort of fear
Your last year was not one of much good cheer
You fought to stay here as long as you could keep in gear
Just enough to hear we all loved and held you dear
Even though you'll be gone year after year
your love and memory we'll keep real near
Copyright © Lacy Dodd | Year Posted 2012
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