| I had not known my mother, For years upon this earth. Being raised to love another, Soon after she gave me birth. |
| In her heart, she did not forget me, At the time I just couldn't see. There was something about that woman, Who came to visit me. |
| Her arms outstretched to greet me, Each time she came to see. We would laugh and talk together, I know she thinks of me. |
| Her times with me were't many, But happy were the few. I could feel her love so precious, Each kiss, each I love you. |
| So often I remember, The smile upon her face. All those years to wonder, How it makes my heart ache. |
| I see her face so clearly, Each time I look to see. Her reflection in my mirror, Looking back at me. |
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| This poem was written especiallyfor my neice, you are so much like my sister, whom we all miss so very much. Written by: Carolyn Pritchard 2001 |
| Reflection of Mother |
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