The Eighth Mother's Day

This is the eighth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.
You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that can't be denied.
Time flies, it doesn't seem like eight Mother's Days have come around.
Life stopped being as good when you were lowered into the ground.
When the doctor said you would die, I didn't like what he had to say.
You're no longer with us but I still wish you a happy Mother's Day.

 

[Dedicated to Agnes Marie Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

This poem is about: 
My family

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