Twas over sixty years ago my mother passed away.
Just a youngster then was I, but I recall that day.
In a chair beside her bed I sat and watched her slowly die.
There was nothing then that I could do but bow my head and cry.

In the shaping of my values I could feel her impact strong.
With her there wasn't any doubt of what was right or wrong.
Priceless is the heritage that she had meant to be
Her legacy, these precious gifts, which she has left for me.

On looking back I realize, though I didn't know it then
Influence from her is found so much in what I've done and been.
The need to love both friend and foe, respect for one another,
Above all things to love our God, was taught me by my mother.

When I examine my years of life, I cannot dare complain.
I find my blessings far outweigh my suffering and my pain.
If a guardian angel through all these years has ever guided me,
I think that I could rightly guess that angel would be she.

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