My Mother, My Friend....
She was my mother,
she was my friend,
I stayed with her until the end,
the end of life that is to say,
that faithful day she went away,
A colorful butterfly she once was,
So full of grace and filled with love....
Like a flower, that bloomed in spring,
her loved surounded me like a ring,
the time we shared, we laughed and loved,
she sprang her wings, butterfly above....
Atop the gardens, she sprang to life,
She was lifted from love and died.
My mom, my friend my butterfly of love....
has spread the wings that lifted her above.
Above the dim room from a hospital bed,
no longer fighting for another breath....
No more pain, nor gasps, nor fight...
Shes at rest and by His side....
Like the beautiful butterfly,
She colored a room and filled it with life..
Life as to say, with laughter and cheer,
She moved my heart and was so dear....
She was my mother,
she was my friend,
I stayed with her until the end,
the end of life, that is to say,
the 5th of April, her last day...
She tried to speak, was it goodbye?
We did not know and fought not to cry...
Her face, her touch, her eyes, her smile,
Will be with me for a long, long while...
In Loving Memory of my Mother,
Gail Batton
January-12-1934 to April-5-2009
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