My sibblings believed in rumors but mother I know you loved it when I sang at your funeral.

Dear Mother, some people have it in there minds, some people forget with time. Some people wish, hope, and pray for it, and it never seem to manifest for the life of it. Some people look for it, others will run from it, many of us are afraid of it, alot of us will deny it. When we finally see it, for what it is truly worth, we become weak for it, it's our substinance from birth. L o v e is a many splended thing. Although we had never been friends, because our worlds were never the same, you were responsible for me being here, and having your name. you are still my mother, I can still remember the good times, although they were few,and all the same without you, life has made me strong, but had you persistantly been along, I would have been much, much better!