Some days are better then others, when you miss that special someone.
Bringing back all the special memories, you think about with her.
Remembering how she wiped away the tears and made it all better.
Or just sitting on the park bench sharing time with each other.
She took the time from her heckled life for just you and her,
teaching you the basic of survival, as only she knew how.
She knew just what to say to you, when life seem far away.
Encouraging you to believe in your self and do your very best.
She is missed this Mother 's Day in more ways then one.
But I know she is looking down on me and is proud of what I have become.
So until we meet again at God's pearly gates,
I'll continue to think of that special lady who made me what I am.
May 12, 2002
By
Terry L. Roseby
