To be sent into an eternal slumber,
I lay quietly below the surface of 6,
The familiarity of the wooden woof,
And the soft sounds of my breathing,
I count my blessings quietly,
My motherās embrace, one of warmth,
Enough to fill any child with love,
Many times, it felt she was a mother to all,
For that was her blessed gift to the world,
And one needed indeed,
The playful sounds of children in the...