A part of my life
You will always be
Happy and sad
Both parts of me
Looking back on the years
So many struggles come into view
Roller coaster feelings
Ups and downs, the life we knew
Twenty-two years you’ve been gone
It seems just like yesterday
Where did the time go
I don’t know what to say
A boy can never just forget his mom
After all, I was a part of you
From the very start
Our lives together grew
Spring brings back memories
Of earlier times we both knew
Happy and sad times
Still it’s hard to let go of you
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Poetic Alchemist 
Pat: Sorry. It’s tough…even ever so many years.
Mine will be 13 years this May. Sad and good memories.
Andrew: Thanks. Moms are eternal.
Aurora: Thanks. It’s hard. Even after 22 years. Mom died when she was only 58. Too young.
My Mom died years ago, but I think of her daily, just like Andrew says. Mothers are the best.
My mother has been gone for 19 years now, and there’s never been a day that I haven’t thought of her…
Yep!
awwww so sweet
Floots: Thanks for sharing. It is hard. Sorry about your loss.
only two years for me but i identifly fully with everything you say/feel
thank you
Dan: Ah Dan, that would have been my Mom carrying my sister Diana. As for the Model T…It was a delight jumping behind the wheel of that gem.Thank for Gauchies for preserving the car. Remember the smell? Old and musty but deep and lasting. Remember Larry Gauchie who lived next door to us?
I still carry this snapshot memory of your Mom carrying one of your baby siblings across your basement. Seems I peered in at the Model T in the garage nearby just prior….
Thanks, Don