She also knew her end was here because
The cancer had slowly worn her down.
Like mighty Elms surrounded by deer,
The best would go with head in crown.

And she did, with dignity,
She closed her eyes and met her Lord.

She left six children in so much pain
And a spouse of almost thirty years.
We'll limp through life with this strain
And soaked-up day filled with tears.

Years have passed and we still remember
The holidays we've spent alone.
She left us the month after November.
We talk of her when we're all home;
It makes the pain bearable.

For, surely, God has helped us cope.
It's like a toothache that's so dull.
He wrapped His arms around us in hope,
And it gives us comfort knowing
That He took her, like flowers.
He selected her from the cull.

As another Mother's Day approaches fast,
we have peace within, peace at last.