A poem I wrote the day she died....
My heart is acheing,
my spirit is breaking.
I hope you knew,
how much I loved you.
Although we may have faught,
me fall you had always caught.
You were my mother,
and you cared like no other.
It's sad to see you go,
but you're with us I know.
Now your suffering is over,
as an angel you will hover.
I love you Mommie,
I'll miss you terribly.
For my Mother, Brenda Corrinne (Guy) Poaps
February 4th, 1953 - September 17th, 2014