My Mother, My Friend

I had a friend most all my life,
And Mother was her name.
She didn't come from wealth or fame,
But I loved her just the same.

She held me close when I was sick,
She never once complained.
Then one day the angels came,
And called her precious name.

All too soon she went away,
I thought my heart would break.
For losing her, my closest friend,
Was more than I could take.

But someday soon I  know I'll see,
Her smiling face once more.
Until that time I'll dream of her,
The friend that I adored.
By Gloria Collins 8/04/02