Fifteen


Seventy-one years ago, she was born
Two months after WW2 ended
Nineteen years old when she married the love of her life
Twenty-eight, a Mom of two, when MS struck
Forty-two,  when Alzheimer kicked in
Forty-eight, she had left us but we didn’t leave her
Fifty-six, when she really had to go
Fifteen years now, without her
Not one day without her in my thoughts

Happy Birthday Mom <3

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Kerena says:

    {{hugs}}

  2. bethmacbain says:

    *hugs*

    It’s a sucky club to belong to, isn’t it? <3

  3. John Nordic says:

    hugs, Cait ♥

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