At mom's it is always
The do season .
You need to listen
More talk less and pray
More often !
Her light will always be on .
At mom's , she never gave life
To the word defeat .
She always spoke of joy and my creativity
And the meaning of compassion .
When I am at mom's I can hear heaven
At mom's I rejoice every day
I am with her .
At mom's every dream is in my grasp
Even more so when I hold her hand .
I remember mom's often .
By Brock
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