Mom’s Love

A Long Three Years Has Passed

Mom, You taught your children well.

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A LONG THREE YEARS HAS PASSED

It’s been three years,
Since Mom passed away,
It’s been three years,
On this very special day.

The nineth of June,
In Twenty, Twenty,
She met her Lord,
On that day, for eternity.

I miss her discipline,
Her rod and her staff,
She taught us Respect,
And she taught us to Laugh.

If we were right,
She’d back us to the wall,
If we were wrong,
Her discipline, She’d call.

“This will hurt me,
More than it will hurt you,”
I learned the true meaning,
When I was the Father of two.

She cooked the best meals,
Hot and delicious each day,
We never paid much attention.
As they were served in a metal tray.