In Heaven you don't celebrate

But ninety two, you'd be this date

A special day to me on Earth

Sweet recognition of your birth 



You gave your love so selflessly

Because of you, there is a me

You fought with your blood, sweat and tears 

To give me life, though many fears



I came early, about twelve weeks

Your visits helped my growing streaks

They said that I would not survive

Your prayers and love kept me alive



You raised eight kids, four of your own

No one could tell, if hadn't known

You didn't play a stepmom's game

You treated all of us the same



In school all of the years you taught

You loved children, a gift you brought 

Your special saying was so wise

We saw God's wisdom from your eyes



A loving grandma you had been

I'd inherit that love within

For thirty years that pain has stung

Because God took you way too young



It's hard when these dates come around

Someday we'll be on common ground 

'Till then, I'm sure you always knew

I love you, Mom, and I miss you