Forty-Four Years Ago
Mom gave birth to me in 1971 and today I became forty-four.
It's a shame that she can't celebrate my birthdays anymore.
Forty-four years ago today, my mom brought me into the world, it was the first day of my life.
But my life became difficult because she is no longer a part of it, it has been a painful strife.
Two and a half years ago was when Jehovah decided to take her.
Her death has been painful but it's nice to know that she's in paradise with her maker.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
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