But I just wanted you to know that without you, families would not be the same, and the light that exists in your home would be a little less bright because you're not there to make it shine.
This poem is for you, and it is one of my favorites.
The beauty of a Woman is not
the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries, or the
way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be
seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway
to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
is not a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is
reflected in her soul.
It is caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman
with passing years-only grows.
This is my lovely Mother.
I miss her....
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So, if you're ever feeling down, please remember....