My mother was a friend of mine.
A closer friend, I could not find.
She was older when I was born
And I’m sure I was a handful for her age,
but she hardly gave me scorn.
We did many things together,
cooking and canning to tide us over,
through the cold weather.
She always looked after me
and made me feel as loved as I could be.
We were so close and being her daughter
brought me such pride
I surely thought she would stay longer by my side.
She meant the world to me
and I was only twenty-one,
when she was taken away from me.
Her love for me was oh so dear.
 I still can feel her presence near.
When I think of my childhood
she fills most of the space,
and when I think of my mother’s love
I can still see her face.
She was so gentle and kind
and easy going as can be.
She had some hard times with bad health.
But then she was set free.
I know that now she is with God,
She’s in a happy place
and I thank him for his saving grace.

Copyright (c) 2002 by Judith Pleasant.