There is truly only one gift,that we each can call our own,
And that is of a mother's love, and the years her heart has shown.
The lesson's that we learn each day,the mistakes we left behind,
memories of childhood dreams, and the gifts we have yet to find.
I know that in a gentle breeze, you will always feel her touch,
And when the tears come pouring down from missing her too much.
Just hold your heart and realize she's never really gone,
The love she left is all you need to really carry on.
So look into the stars tonight, and see them burning bright
And know your angels watching you, she will be the brightest light!
Love and prayers, Mona