My Mama

March 19, 2011
By Anonymous

My Mama was a very neat,
She was the person you'd want to meet.
Her life ended at eight-two,
but until then, she made it through.
We will be sad for days and days,
Our lives will be in one big maze.
She has helped us throughout the years, but now all she left us with is tears.
She was special in her own way, but things like that just fade.
All we have now are memories to cherish,but we won't forget when she perished.
Now you see why we love her so, because her love made us grow.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem that night my great grandma passed away.

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