The years have dulled the aching of losing you to the Angels call

When the Lord called you home I thought I’d never heal at all

The memories mother that we shared were covered in a hazy fog of loss

Sometimes at night I’d dream of you and then just turn and toss

I remember Mother all you did to make nine kids feel your love

You treated me a little special and I think you still watch me from above

So many things in life I think I did because of the influence you gave

Like playing guitar and writing books you seemed to guide me from the grave

Raising my daughter was a success because your example taught me well

You made my little girl special too before you had to go away

I know you’d be as proud of her if you were still with us today

I know you probably find it hard to believe that I’ve become a Poppy too

Oh Mother how you’d squeeze her tight just like with my girl you used to do

I still recall home made French fries you made me when I was home sick

I remember sitting at your dying bedside and that’s when I cry real quick

I never wrote about you before mother cause it always tore me up inside

The ones I guess we loved the most are the ones are feelings often hide

In a few years I’ll be the age that you were when you said goodbye it’s true

I want the ones I leave behind to know I was me because you were you!

I’ve never stopped loving you mother.