In Loving Memory Of Mother - Poem by Gertrude Culberson
I know that someday, I shall see;
The one who meant, the world to me,
Her loving face, and gentle smile;
Go with me, as I go each mile.
Thru good times and bad, she was always there;
To show how much she really cared,
No matter how hard, the way might be;
She was always there, to comfort me.
Then when she was thirty-nine;
The Lord decided it was time,
To call her home, where she would be;
Forever from her pain set free.
Never a lonely day goes by;
But what I see, that gentle smile,
And now an angel, she may be;
I know she still, watches over me.
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