Susan
Still sacrificing needs for us on altars that surround your heart.
Unwavering your love and patience raising the two gifts from him.
Suspended hope in burden when life’s hooks come to tear you apart.
A saving faith beyond the sunset of your life as it fades dim.
Now left a man, to know the best in me, my mother did impart.
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Grateful to God and my mother. A blessing I didn’t and will never deserve.
A love upon me that I can’t fully comprehend.
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