Poetry By Gloria                                                            

Carolyn


When you were just a little girl
And mama held you tight.
She prayed to God with all her heart
To let you turn out right.

She prayed "Dear God, let my baby grow
To be a woman standing ever tall.
Let her life be full of joy
And catch her if she should fall.

Well mama's prayers were answered
And a woman you became.
Always there to answer
If she ever called your name.

Once again the day she died
That little girl she came.
To wipe away her mother's tears
And share with her the pain.

By Gloria Collins  
 3/23/01  

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