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Monday, March 12, 2012

My Angel Mother

Yesterday would have been my mother's 88th birthday if she was still alive. It's been 11 years since she passed away but I still miss her a lot. She was a wonderful, awesome mother and a true friend. I look so forward to the time when I will see her again and be able to feel her loving arms around me.

Below is a poem written by Abraham Lincoln about his mother. It reminds me so much of mine.

All that I am, all that I hope to be
I owe my angel mother;
My hand she guided as I learned to write,
My feet she guided in the ways of right,
My hopes she cherished, like a flame of light,
God bless her soul, God bless her memory,
My angel mother.

 Her weary hands are crumbled into dust,
But they shall live in leaves of forest trees;
Her tender heart may make sweet flowers I trust,
Heaven bless her soul, Earth bless her memories,
My angel mother.

-- President Abraham Lincoln

As the childrens primary song says, "Dear Mother all flowers remind me of you."