My mother died in 2012, and her voice still echoes in my void
The darkness left behind in her absence is a blanket of my soul
She took me in through adoption, I was blessed by her choice
This would be her 97th birthday, and I miss hearing her voice
Whoever hears this plea let her know, if you happen to see her
I'd give anything to see her again, because alone I've no future
Learned how to behave, fulfill promises, careful how I choose
Her life was one of kindness, labors for others, and the truth
I miss you mother, and nothing will take away the sting of the loss.
