Everybody Could Trust Her

When Mom died, life lost a lot of its luster.
While she lived, everybody could trust her.
Everybody could trust her because she was so good.
She was wonderful, she helped everybody who she could.
I would've trusted her with my life, that's how much I trusted her.
She was one hundred pecent trustworthy, that's for damn sure.
When she died so young, it was unfair and unjust.
She was a terrific lady who eveybody could trust.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away at the age of 64 on March 6, 2013.]

This poem is about: 
My family

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