It is Mother's Day
I have nothing to say
It is not a happy day
Where you are concerned
You've departed from these shores
Twelve years ago, you're no longer there
Your absence is still unfilled
The umbilical cord has finally been cut
I loved resting my head in your lap
Nowhere can I replace that pillow
Peaceful refuge , stolen moments
Life had dealt you a poor game
You played the best you could
When success was in your reach
A line struck your name
From the registry of the living
I miss you so much.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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