My Mom, Rose

My mother once lived,

So full of life,

Till cancer crept in,

And brought us all strife.

Her laughter, her manner,

Such style and grace,

It filled up a room,

That smile on her face.

Her song, she sang,

From her heart, you know,

She sang to her Lord,

To Him, she would go.

Her body grew weak,

Her eyes would show,

The burden she bore,

As the illness would grow.

She lost her battle,

On a crisp, November day,

Her time had come,

The cancer had its way.

My mother, now gone,

So kind and dear,

Her memory brings a smile,

Along with a tear.

In loving memory of my mother,

Rose Ann LaPeer

9-6-1939 - 11-20-2003