Momma, you told me you loved me, and you were my best friend.
But love doesn't hurt; it's supposed to never end.
All my life it was you who was always there-
To be my mother, best friend, and to show me that you cared.
Sometimes I wonder why you had to go away,
Hoping and wishing that God would let you stay-
Realizing that I'll never hear you talk,
And you'll never be around to take a walk.
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