Missing Mom. Poem by Scott Watkins

Every day Mom, I miss you.

You were always there when I needed a friend.

I could not have made it through most of lifes' troubles without you.

I miss the phone calls that made me smile.

I could not have made it through most of lifes' troubles without you.

I know you are in heaven looking down on me.

And when I go through a rough patch your spirit will be with me.

I could not have made it through most of lifes' troubles with out you.