For the Woman I Never Knew

You wore colors, 
oh so many colors
You wove a connecting thread
through scattered bits of family
binding us all into one
You gave of your time, talent and dollars
to help those less fortunate
and support your community
You were strong and independent
and maybe a bit stubborn
and once you made a choice
you saw it through no matter the cost
You quietly built a life
anyone could be proud of
and in the end, you left 
a legacy of love and wisdom
For me, you were just mom
the one I could talk to for hours
my gardening companion
my sounding board
my biggest supporter
In truth, I knew most of who you were
but was amazed at the strength
behind the woman who was Mom

Tags: 
Poetry
Grief, Death and Dying

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