Mother





I hold the memories of Mother locked so deep within my heart. Her precious memories are so dear to me, From this I'll never depart.



And someday I'll see her...oh that glorious day.. To see her waiting for me, when I enter the Pearly Gates. I often visit Mother, I kneel down and pray. As tears fall from my eyes, and words I cannot say.



She sleeps beneath the snow covered grave, So lonely and so drear, Oh how I miss you Mother, how I wish you that were near...



Soon the spring will come, Roses will adorn Mother's grave, Once again I'll visit Mother... I'll kneel down and pray as tears fall from my eyes ....And words I cannot say... I miss you Mom!

by: Katerina

~ Louise Nadine Matney ~
July 8,1940 - May 9,1991






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