Mom,mommy,mother
a word and person of sweet attachment
Missed more than any other
More precious than any parchment

Let us not take mothers for granted
So that when they finally pass away
We will remember what can't be recanted
May God above lift up our spirits today

Remembering Estelle a year since
You went to your final resting place
With warm love and beauty sensed
A harder loss than ever faced

May God bless you and keep you
With him as well as in our hearts
Where you left flowers and nature true
Your poems of honestly, love with heart
Give quiet witness to God anew.

Jim Goulet