Sweet, sweet her breath was last as it drew deep from her chest. Stopped, still was then silent, the leaf had turned another steal. Eyes closed no longer blink, her soul it floats above, hope to journey to a place with angels to cities of love. I will miss her splendid side that was known to many, but sure if I walk the path right, my day to will turn to plenty.
Joanne (LULU) Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mom-18/
