Happy Birthday, Mom - Part IV: Precious As A Flower

It was wonderful to have a mother who was so great.

If you hadn't died, today you would've turned sixty-eight.

When you became ill and died, everything went sour.

But while you lived, you were as precious as a flower.

Pink was your favorite color so you were buried in a pink dress.

I felt lost when you died but while you lived, I was truly blessed.

Nobody could've been a better mother than you.

You were one in a billion and that certainly is true.

When you became ill, I wanted you to get well but sadly, you could not.

I had to learn to live without you but I still miss you a lot.

I told you how much that I love you during your final hours.

Happy Birthday Mom, while you lived, you were as precious as a flower.



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