MY MOTHER
THIS POEM WAS READ AT MY MOMS TWIN SISTERS FUNERAL THIS PAST WEEK, TI SO WELL SPEAKS AND HER AND MY MOM, I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE IT WITH YOU TODAY. MY MOTHER One crisp, bright, misty, morning, When Spring was on the brink, My memories started blooming, I couldn't help but think. Of a woman I called Mother, And what she's meant to me, Of long time that has passed, Just what and who was she? Did you ever see a butterfly, Elusive and so free, So elegant and beautiful, A sight for all to see? Did... Sign in to see full entry.