My Mother Mary
My mother Mary, with her presence she graced
Young at heart, and her beauty unscathed
Maintaining her courage when she became ill
Overcoming her fears with her faith and strong will
Taken first was her sight, then her blood became low
Having life-giving blood, through her veins it did flow
Ever caring for her, we were never apart
Remaining by her side until death she did part
My memories of her grow fonder each day
As she’s now in heaven, at peace she will stay
Regrets? I have none for I did all in my power
Yet I miss her so deeply with each passing hour
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