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MY MOTHER GOES A-FISHIN'
by Margie Hayes



My mother, God rest her soul, passed away three years ago. Seems like yesterday. She loved to fish for catfish more than anything in the world. She liked to fish at night. I couldn't stay as long as her because of my back trouble, so she'd have me leave her there and come back after her later. She'd have her watch but when I came back to get her, I had to wait because she was always just getting a bite. Later on in years, I was afraid to leave her out there by herself and she couldn't understand that. I'd give all I own to be able to take my mom fishing again. If there is fishing in heaven then my mom is doing just that right now.



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