by Barbara Garcia

Created on: November 22, 2009

A precious life begins,

From the day that you were born.

A day already predestined to end,

A time when we all shall mourn.

The memories we share of you,

When you were just a child.

The silly things you use to do,

To bring about a smile.

As time moved swiftly along,

And you became a mother to me.

To take you away seems so very wrong,

The sadness in my heart, has overwhelmed me.

We are all born to die,

Of that I am sure.

So while you live, live your best,

Cause for death there is no cure.

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