To my dear daughter Catherine
and dear Son Robert - having
just spent a few magical
days with dear Rob...
If ever you need help, just call me.
If you feel sad at heart, I'll be there.
I am your friend till the journey's end
Beauty of love and life we share.
Call me when raindrops are falling
When petals forsake every flower.
Call me at the end of September
I'll give you love in the gloomiest hour.
And I will turn tears into laughter
Bring joy, hope and pleasure your way
Help you and tend you dear family
For you are the light and love of my day.
From Mother on my 80th birthday.
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