You were born on August the 2nd of 1948.
Your death was sad and hard to contemplate.
Today would've been your birthday but you didn't survive.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-five.
Your death was a very painful thing that I was forced to experience.
It was hard to accept your demise because it ended your existence.
You gave money to the homeless because you loved to give.
You were the greatest mother on the planet while you lived.
It was so sad to learn that you were going to die.
And it was very painful when I had to say goodbye.
I wanted you to survive but I didn't get my way.
You were my mom and I wish you a happy birthday.
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Author:
randyjohnson71 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to Agnes Marie Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.
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I could so relate to this thanks My Moms birthday today she had Alzheimer's I was going to write something also but I did something about trees in her honor thanks great poem perhaps you can read mine
Good to honour your mum,
I am sorry she died so young.
I hope the day will come
When all are reunited
Including fido.
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