A Mothers Love Poem by Debbie Kingsmill

I wish we could spend some more time together,
To laugh and to talk about lifes little pleasures.

You were with me when I took my first breath,
mom I was with you when you were laied to rest.

You gave me life and tought me to live,
when you died I had nothing moore to give.

I was in a dark hole almost like the womb,
A hole so dark and deep I was almost consumed.

Then I heard your voice one night in a dream,
You said live child deaths not what it seems.

Your love was all I expected it to be,
a mother's love speaks through eternity.