Here on the edge of Heaven stands home
Remembering the old laughs
the old 'Be careful! '
she'd say before I'd leave.
Sure, i remember.
When mom was at her second job
and said she still wouldn't have enough for a haircut
or new shoes
Because i needed to go to the doctor.
I remember the things she didn't have
never could get.
Gladly gave up
because she was a single mother.
So we stand here,
on the edge of Heaven
at home.
We look out at our life
and smile.
Grateful for what we have now
and what we didn't have then.
It not only made us stronger
but made me love, admire,
my mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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