In Heaven you don't celebrate
But ninety two, you'd be this date
A special day to me on Earth
Sweet recognition of your birth
You gave your love so selflessly
Because of you, there is a me
You fought with your blood, sweat and tears
To give me life, though many fears
I came early, about twelve weeks
Your visits helped my growing streaks
They said that I would not survive
Your prayers and love kept me alive
You raised eight kids, four of your own
No one could tell, if hadn't known
You didn't play a stepmom's game
You treated all of us the same
In school all of the years you taught
You loved children, a gift you brought
Your special saying was so wise
We saw God's wisdom from your eyes
A loving grandma you had been
I'd inherit that love within
For thirty years that pain has stung
Because God took you way too young
It's hard when these dates come around
Someday we'll be on common ground
'Till then, I'm sure you always knew
I love you, Mom, and I miss you
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