I'm sorry,I wasn't the best Mother...
Mom, We all do the best that we can do..
None of us will be perfect
to we see God face to face,
and right now that means you're perfected..
Miss you and love you..see you soon Mom.
"Mothers"
And the children said,
"You will always walk with us, Mother,
even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone,
and the gates closed after her.
And they said,
"We cannot see her,
but she is with us still.
A Mother is more than a memory.
She is a living presence.
Your Mother is always with you
She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street,
she's the smell of certain foods you remember,
Flowers you pick
and the perfume that she wore.
She's the cool hand on your brow
when you're not feeling well,
She's your breath in the air
on a cold winters day.
She is the sound of the rain
that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a rainbow,
she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
A mother shows every emotion;
happiness,
sadness,
fear,
jealousy,
love,
hate,
anger,
helplessness,
excitement,
joy,
sorrow;
and all the while hoping and praying
you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from,
your first home,
and she's the map you follow
with every step you take.
She's your first love,
your first friend,
even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space, not even death!
I'm sorry,I wasn't the best Mother...
Mom, We all do the best that we can do..
None of us will be perfect
to we see God face to face,
and right now that means you're perfected..
Miss you and love you..see you soon Mom.
"Mothers"
And the children said,
"You will always walk with us, Mother,
even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone,
and the gates closed after her.
And they said,
"We cannot see her,
but she is with us still.
A Mother is more than a memory.
She is a living presence.
Your Mother is always with you
She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street,
she's the smell of certain foods you remember,
Flowers you pick
and the perfume that she wore.
She's the cool hand on your brow
when you're not feeling well,
She's your breath in the air
on a cold winters day.
She is the sound of the rain
that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a rainbow,
she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
A mother shows every emotion;
happiness,
sadness,
fear,
jealousy,
love,
hate,
anger,
helplessness,
excitement,
joy,
sorrow;
and all the while hoping and praying
you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from,
your first home,
and she's the map you follow
with every step you take.
She's your first love,
your first friend,
even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space, not even death!
Family Members
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