You were a wonderful mother, so gentle, yet so strong. The many ways you cared for us, always made us feel warm. You were patient when we were foolish; you gave us strength when we were not strong. It seemed like you could do anything, and you never left us alone. You were a dependable source of comfort; you were our cushion when we would fall. You helped us in times of trouble; even though, you knew we were wrong. You've been there for the whole family, you truly have no regrets. You have taken care of so many, now this is your time to rest. If God gave me a choice of Mother's, You'd still be the one I would Select. We can close our eyes; and pray you'll come back, or we can open them and see all you left.
We can be angry; because God called you home, or be happy that your at rest. Your death left a pain that nothing can heal, but your memories are gifts no one can steal. This poem comes from a broken heart, the heart of your daughter Rose❤❤❤
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