Shirley R Simpkin

I miss you little Sweetheart, more than words can say,
You're in my thoughts and in my heart, every single day.
Pretty cards with roses red, all merging into one;
I cannot open them to read the words; all I see is 'Mum'.
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You gave us life, your perfect gift
Memories of our childhood, happily we sift.
Lovingly, looking at your photograph,
Trace the contours of your face, your laugh.
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Enslaved, torn from their families and the normal walks of life;
Nobody had forseen the deprivation, hunger, terror and the strife.
Brothers, Sons, Husbands exchanging uniforms for shrouds.
Families now are mourning - shattered dreams, once silver lined clouds.
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Your Dearest love remembered Mum on this your Special Day;
So precious are your memories, I close my eyes and pray.
I watch your star shine twinkling, brightly in the night,
Stardust sprinkled everywhere, to give a beautiful shining light.
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Sharing in your memories of the childhood you knew,
You descibed all your family, and the farm where you grew.
Your days work was hard, but with laughter and fun
As Granny cracked up on the 'whip, your Dad out with his gun.
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You packed your bags annd trundelled, over the hills and far away;
Seeking adventures new, like children playing in fresh mown hay.
Climb up another mountain, follow another stream,
Create your fun and laughter until you find your dream.
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Tired eyes brimming over with scalding hot tears;
I flick through the pages of pictures in my mind.
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