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
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