She Made It Home Poem by Cindra Smith Ms

I look back how you stood by my side, and gently wiped away each tear I cried.
Cry not my baby girl, for I am now free,
Free from all the hurt and pain that ever riddled me.
Mom? I ask will these tears ever dry?
I ask this while wiping tears from my eyes.
They say in time, but I'm not sure tho,
It's hard for mom having to let you go.
Mom you've gotten your Angel wings now, you've graduated from this place,
You have been honored into Heaven, with such a lovely face.
Mom my Angel flying high,
High above the rest,
And in my heart forever
You will always be the best.