My Mother Was A Twisted Sister

 

My mother, a twisted sister, her love both fierce and tender. She raised me with a gentle hand, and with a strength that never bend.

Her laughter could fill up a room, and with a smile, she'd chase away my gloom. Her wisdom, sharp as any knife, cut through my doubts and made me come alive.

She showed me what it means to be strong, and how to find my way, even when I'm wrong. Her love was always unconditional, a flame that burned, so warm and original.

And now she's gone, but I won't forget, her spirit lives on, in each memory I've met. I am grateful for the time we had, and for the love she always had.