I've always loved you, I wrote you many
poems about the events in our lives at the time.
Some were full of joy, and others were not -
But we did our best to let our lights shine.
I cried on your shoulders and you cried on mine;
special moments they were to remember, and I do.
And for over eighteen years, I went to sleep in my
room in our home secure in the nearness of you..
And now life still goes on - God sees to that.
I will travel the narrow road as you taught me.
Dear Mom, that is what I'll do. For God gave us
promised life after death - our salvation is free!
And Mom, the greatest blessing in our lives
is that through Jesus Christ we are saved.
Dear Mom, it is such a gift that we will
meet in Heaven, it's why we were made!
Written by George Edward Noe
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