Momma
Frances Louise Martin
December 23, 1927-August 8,1994
There's an angel on my shoulder and I know it must be you,
A whisper in my ear from a voice I always knew.
Sometimes a gentle breeze, where it never should have been,
you let me know you're with me from a place where time begins.
A touch when no one's there, a flicker in my eye,
a rainbow where a storm had been, in a dark and rolling sky.
I know you are my angel, and your heart goes on in me.
Your love shines down around me from a place I cannot see.
Some may think I am crazy, some may not believe.
But I can feel your spirit, I know you'll never leave.
Your wings wrap me in warmth,
Your halo shows me light,
Your whispers keep me safe in darkness of the night.
It really does not matter
that no one else can see,
Just like in the days of yore,
It is always you and me.
I hope that you are proud, there will never be another,
Because there is no love greater,
than a child has for their mother.
I Love You Momma.....
(this poem was written by my new friend Cindy Baker, who also lost her mother to cancer. Please visit her site at http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Estates/4128/intro.html)
