As a child you held my hand,
At the beach you played with me in the sand.
You showed me the moon, and told me shoot for the stars,
At night we caught fireflies in old jelly jars.
Your arms held me tight, whenever I felt bad,
Only you could make me smile, when I was sad.
And just before you would turn out the light,
You tucked me in and kissed me goodnight.
You weren't just my mom, you were my best friend,
Fore I knew your love, had no end.
But on the Fourth of July, God took you away,
I would have done anything to have one more day.
And on that night you laid on the floor,
I watched you from your bedroom door.
I held your hand and began to cry,
I didn't want to say goodbye.
I thought God was cruel, it just couldn't be,
Cause nobody needed you more than me.
And now you're my angel up in heaven above,
Thank you Mom for all your love.
I am so sure that your Mother is your angel sweetie and I am sure that she smiled so brightly when she knew this was posted in her honor. Oh yes, I believe the ones that goes before us watches over us from above. They know our tears, they know our smiles, and they talk to God for us, when we do not have our voice to pray. I want to thank you for the very nice review you left for me on Aspiring's site. I chuckled a little when I read your Bio because you sounded so much like my daughter Kimberly. She is 30 years old and she most definately dances to her own drummer and always has. She is a gentle soul just as I am sure you, yourself are. I am most happy to accept your friends request. I don't always get here to leave reviews as often as I would like, but you can be sure when I have found a way to visit everyone, you will hear from Aspiring as well. Blessings for your day. Lesa
I am so sure that your Mother is your angel sweetie and I am sure that she smiled so brightly when she knew this was posted in her honor. Oh yes, I believe the ones that goes before us watches over us from above. They know our tears, they know our smiles, and they talk to God for us, when we do not have our voice to pray. I want to thank you for the very nice review you left for me on Aspiring's site. I chuckled a little when I read your Bio because you sounded so much like my daughter Kimberly. She is 30 years old and she most definately dances to her own drummer and always has. She is a gentle soul just as I am sure you, yourself are. I am most happy to accept your friends request. I don't always get here to leave reviews as often as I would like, but you can be sure when I have found a way to visit everyone, you will hear from Aspiring as well. Blessings for your day. Lesa
Surely she watches from the glories
watching over you, this is really a precious piece
of your mother, what she was to you, made life smile for you
and so much more, and it is hard to lose someone as special
as your mother was to you, even much harder, I can't imagine
to watch her die before your eyes!
You wrote a wonderful piece that commemorates your mother
as only you would sweetly remember her!
Well done my friend, on such a well written piece!
i am theresa anne. just a girl. i am just me. i live in my own crazy world. i dance to the beat of my own drum. i speak my own language. i am simply complicated. i am beautiful broken. i am random. i .. more..