Sometimes, I still hear her gentle voice.
Memories for which I can still rejoice.
I close my eyes and can see her face.
No kinder smile in the whole human race.
Words of comfort or advice, whatever her child would need.
Nothing was more important than seeing her children succeed.
Always proud having her grandchildren around.
So many family stories make up our background.
I wish Mom’s words and kindness may run through us always.
Thinking of her with so many stories and wonderful yesterdays.