Treasure Island

Bre Renee

(2/26/93)

His Mom


A strong person in every way
has a weakness but he wont say
hes a wonderful person
with a strong loving heart
he never did think
reality would tear them apart
she was a beautiful woman
loving and kind
perfect heart and perfect mind
she loved him dearly in every way
she always knew what to say
his guardian angel
she had come to be
now in heaven she is completely free.

Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013
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A close friend of mines mother just passed away the day after new years, I wrote this poem for them.

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