To Love Another
As fresh as a Daisy,
As clear as the sky,
Sweet memories of you,
Bring a tear to my eye.
A blanket of Bluebells,
A pure grain of sand,
Reminders of you,
As we walked hand in hand.
Warm pleasant sunshine,
Sweet sounds of birds,
Remembering your voice,
And your own special words.
I want to be near you,
I wish you were here,
I'd love to go back,
To the way things were.
Your now with the Angels,
Your memory divine,
But you're here in my heart,
Sweet Mother of mine.
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