I read the cards For Mother
And the verses bring a tear,
For the loving words are written
To those who are still here.

You always loved the cards we sent
You saved them through the years
You said they made you feel so loved,
Your eyes glistening with tears.

This year when I bring flowers
In my mind your words I'll hear
"They're beautiful .. You shouldn't have!
But I love them ... thank you Dear."

They say you're in a better place
I hope and pray its true,
But ... today is your Birthday...
And I am missing you.

©Sharon Langan

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