To Deb

If your mom composed a poem for you
I know what it would say.
It would be full of all the love
She had for you each day.

She'd say you were always there for her
No matter what her need.
You always showed your love for her
As you performed each caring deed.

I know she'd say she's sorry for
Some hurtful things she'd do.
For I know she loved you very much
And she knew you loved her too.

Just take comfort now in knowing
She's where she wants to be.
Though I know you'll miss her very much
To her heart, Jack held the key.

Copyright  -  Gloria Martel