My Mother

My mom may not have been a rich woman,
But to me she was a queen.
When I think about her,
It is her smile that I see,
And I feel the love she planted 
Deep within me.

My love she had yesterday,
Still has it today,
And will have it for all eternity.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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