Here's to the Motherless
It’s not the same
With you being gone
Your constant reassurance
And growing wisdom
Never cease to amaze me
Your hands, so soft
As I grasped them
When I had my first boo boo
Or your warm hug
When I had my first heartbreak
Or your joyous shout
When I crossed that stage
Those fleeting moments
That always seem to leave too quickly
I do shed a tear
But then I remember
You are out of this world
And in another of your own
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