MY MOM

Many years ago before I was born, my Grandmother died. My mom carried this poem around with her, until a few years ago when she died. I would like to share it with you and for all the mom's that are gone.

Mother's Day
Dear Lord, there's a tiny favor
that I know you'll gladly do.
They say tomorrow's Mother's Day,
but my mother's up with you.

Would you Bless her gently, Lord,
the way I'd like you to?
And if there are flowers in heaven
Could she have just a few?

Sister M. Kathleen est 1940's

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