She was born on a mountain April 1945 that became Fayetteville, NC.
She was born with nothing and longed for a better life.
She took care of her brothers and sisters when there was no one.
She sacrificed an education to provide, only making it to Middle School.
She first saw He at the same school and would find her better life.
She went through much pain and heartache before He.
She eventually married bringing her 7 year old son with her.
She loved He for loving both of them.
She and He had twin daughters, She was over the moon.
It would take He a little longer to come around.
She wanted a house full of He’s children, but it was not to be after the Cancer.
She accepted this unexpected blow and instead became everyone’s She.
She loved to cook for and comfort the wounded souls around her.
She supported, loved, and gave me hope almost everyday.
She became sick again and this time left us, me, with a hole inside.
She passed February 21, 2008 I remember the pain and fear in her eyes.
She is so beautiful, from her hands to her big blue eyes that
He still sees when he looks into his daughters faces.
She is missed the most by Me, her daughter, with the sorrow filled soul.
She is my mom. Gone 8 years now and it feels like an hour ago.
I grieve the hardest, loudest, and longest.
Because like she I love harder, louder, and longest.
Mother, Daughter, Sister, Grandmother and She.