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My Mother

My Mother passed away
on an early morning Thanksgiving Day.
I miss her in so
many ways.
But I knew she couldn't stay
I miss our teas and talks
And our evening daily walks.
She was a war bride from long ago
Being from England
She came to USA, that was so.
With a charm and bit of humor
She made many friends, there was no end
When she passed away, her family missed
her and her many friends in the community
She left many family and many friendships
To this day, those who knew her
Have great pleasant memories for sure
I miss my mother and all she stood for
and her personality, humor and love adored.
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My Mother, by Donna Harding 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Jawahar Gupta More than 1 year ago
empower
Donna Harding More than 1 year ago
All she stood for
Cassie Rose 10 months ago
This is beautiful!
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