My Mother-in-law

My Mother-in-law
By Larry Linville

She had three daughters but not a son
until I married her number one.
She welcomed me and treated me good
and always cooked my favorite food.

Green beans that tasted the best I've had
and all that went with them that made me glad.
She sat with a smile as big as her heart
when I agreed to sing "How Great Thou Art."

Her husband was a preacher, that is true,
and soon her daughter wed a preacher too.
I'm sure she bragged about me with no end
to family and each and every friend.

Alzheimers clouded her final days
and made her sit with a distant gaze.
Death came to her as a welcome friend
allowing her spirit to ascend.

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