The Christmas of 2012 was the last Christmas that you celebrated on Earth.
You were a kind and loving mother for forty-one and a half years after my birth.
When March the 6th arrived, you didn't have a tomorrow.
It took two years for me to get over the pain and sorrow.
I can't spend anymore Christmases with you, now I spend my Christmases alone.
You were a terrific woman and the best person who I've ever known.
March of 2013 was the worst month and year that I've ever experienced.
When you passed away, it hurt me terribly and I've missed you ever since.
But I feel much better now, time does heal a man's wounds.
Merry Christmas Mom, I'm sorry that you died too soon.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]