My mother, my mother, she left my side
She is now with Jesus way up high
I'll miss her look, her love and embrace
All my fears away they would chase
It's hard I know to bear the pain
But, I have to go on we'll meet again
I'll try and be tough and hold up my chin
Because that's the way mother would have been.
                                       By: Connie Hopkins
                                                       Dedicated To: Viola Hopkins