Thanks full

She was like a mom. When I said I wanted to come she agreed that I should and came a long way to meet  me. Room, board, a listening ear and laughter made this far-away place a home.  For a while home was somewhere else.   She often asked when I was coming home.  I never knew but I came eventually.  The island call was strong and hard to resist.  This last time she said she was tired and ready to go.  Go?  To her heaven-home. Like every other thing she said she would do, she did.  I'm sad but my heart is full, grateful for all she was for me and all she did for me.   I'm better for knowing her.