Lighten my heart was the last thing she asked me...

Easter was a hard one for me as the day was passing

I often think of her many sorrows

Its why forgiving grows harder each and every tomorrow

Seems like overtime I try to here come more attacks.

Some call them lessons but I call that wack

I try to remember her smell her laugh

Although many tell me to move on from my past..

I didn't get to say goodbye. That hurts more than anything as the years go by.

I know she sees me and just wonder if she knows? That I love her more now than ever as I grow old.

Thank u for teaching me love and strength and thank u for those wise hard times

A mothers love is the best gift i don't regret nor hate.