It
is funny the things you remember
When you find yourself alone;
I thought about you again today,
My thoughts carried me back home.
If you could, I know you would remember
All the good times together we shared;
Picnics, my first date, mother-daughter talks,
And hugs that told me you cared.
I was only sixteen when you left us;
My heart broke the night that you died;
But slowly time had a way of healing
All the pain that I felt deep inside.
Although sometimes I have trouble recalling
Your face or the sound of your laugh,
I know time will not steal all memories of you;
It will not take the love that I have.
And on days like today when my thoughts carry me home,
Back to the memories of you;
I will always be grateful for the years that we had
And for the sweet mother's love that I knew.
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