Missing you more than ever, dearest Mom, but happy that you are at peace with our other loved ones. Mother, you were like a flower— Put on this earth to bloom— Resplendent in your beauty, But wilted far too soon. You added comfort to our lives, Just as a flower would; But even flowers fade and die: We'd keep them if we could. But when the blossom shrivels up, And drops into the ground, It never ever dies in vain. It scatters seeds around. Although you're gone away from us, And we'll miss you very much, There's no one who came near to you Whose life you did not touch. In Loving Memory Of My Mother ~Loving you always, Your Ferne