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Leave a tributeThat's what I call my sister Martha when I was a little girl . She would take me every where with her but my favorite memory is watch my big
Sister dance to soul train and back then she was thin with long brown hair and she had on a lime green jump suit.. Then and now I thought she was the most beautiful woman alive and I wanted to be just like her. I love you sissy now I'm sure your dancing in heaven....
I will always love her
one of its kind,
love and beauty a mother,
yes!
mine.
A rose without thorns,
not a petal was torn,
a perfect rose stood straight and tall,
my mother was the most precious of all.
A rose that survived the worst kind of weather and yet the most delicate ever,
a rose with a fragrance,
there could be know other,
you see this rose is my Mother.
A rose is picked and put to dry,
the beauty is still there,
even though you were put to rest you will always be the best mom to me I NO WE MAY had fussed and had words but i hoped you always no i love you and you forever will be in my heart mom i love you more then you could have ever known and more then i could have ever showed i am who i am because of you .you was the best mother a son could of had and mom you will forever be in my heart love always your son timothy martin 4/11/2016
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MARTHA LIVES ON
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all she's left
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want:
smile,
open your eyes,
love
and go on. in loving memory of MARTHA OWENS 1957-2016