beautiful as the woman who wrote it...big hugs

Walking and talking with a friend
a true untainted soul, pure tested
and not at all blue, laughing or crying
the time slips by, with JSH favorite
Mom, let her spirit glide over the
parts that ache surely she'll help
to awake, the sights are so bleak
her window is bright, with hope and love
so I sit with her every chance I get, or
I watch carefully what she writes,
I take it into my soul to fill me up
like a good morning breakfast, before
I start my day,

Love and all the hugs I can muster up
to yu ((((((MOM))))))!!!