One Sweet Lady
She was a gentle lady, sweet and kind
She was also a fine friend of mine
She was forward looking, hopeful and free
She not only loved, but believed deeply in me
She cheered me on as my biggest fan
There was nothing about me she didn't understand
When l was fanatical or quick to criticize,
She sat me down caringly, and opened my blinded eyes
Heaven gained a sweet lady as she entered those gates
I lost a dear mother and was left with heartaches
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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