In Loving Memory Of Mother

I know that someday, I shall see;
The one who meant, the world to me,
Her loving face, and gentle smile;
Go with me, as I go each mile.
Thru good times and bad, she was always there;
To show how much she really cared,
No matter how hard, the way might be;
She was always there, to comfort me.
Then when she was thirty-nine;
The Lord decided it was time,
To call her home, where she would be;
Forever from her pain set free.
Never a lonely day goes by;
But what I see, that gentle smile,
And now an angel, she may be;
I know she still, watches over me.

by Gertrude Culberson

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oh....i am sorry for your loss (if she is not with you now) ....because even i have written a poem 'today my mother died'...but actually my mother is still alive...she is not dead....it was just a poem i wrote because one day i saw a dream about my mother dying and the feelings that arose in me is whta i have written....i like your poem too..i rate it 8/10.....but tell me....is your mother still there? ? ?