Mary Ryan

Rookie (april 7,1961 / Kansas City, MO)

My Mother Is Only A Memory - Poem by Mary Ryan

My mother is only a memory
Someone only in pictures I see
She was never there to hold my hand
Or teach me the ABCs
Yet I know she must have loved me
Or she wouldn't have given me birth
But sometimes I wonder why she went away
And left me alone on this Earth
But there's coming a day when I'll know
I'll bid goodbye to all my dear loved ones
And onward to Heaven I'll go
She'll be waiting by Heaven's gate
For years she's waited to greet me
And the smile on her face
Is one of the first things I'll see
Then her hand in mine
We'll stroll along side by side
No longer will we ever be parted
For now in Heaven we'll reside


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 27, 2006


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