I wrote this little poem on the anniversary of my mothers passing on December 16, 1998.  It still holds true today.

‘Tis the season – so they say,

To be jolly –  in every way.

I buy – I wrap – put up my tree,

Put on a smile – so none can see.

This aging child – this broken heart,

These teares I shed – ’cause we’re apart.

I know you’re with me,

Each day of the year,

Whether I’m smiling or shedding a tear.

I miss you Momma

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