In a world that was once so dazzling white...
time goes by and the light begins to fade to a dim yellow, like and old photograph.
The memories are like shadows that grow darker with time...
as I travel back into the halls of time.
For someone who was once so dear to me...
sometimes I have to look at her picture to see if she is the same person I can recall.
Because... at times it is hard to remember what it was like having her here at all.
I don't have any video tapes to view or recordings to hear that sweet voice I once held so dear.
It gets harder everyday to remember a mother I had for only eleven of my thirty-one years.
I do remember the teachings and the values she instilled in me.
And every day I struggle to be what she would want me to be.
I remember welll how much I loved her then and still love her now.
And becasue I have children now, I understand the depth of her love for me somehow.
So, although, the memories fade and it is hard to recall her sweet voice at all.
I know her spirit is with me all the time.
So when I feel I have lost my way,
She is the one to guide me...
She is the one light that always shines.
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