Never Forget You
A year has gone now, but not a day passes by when I don’t think of your old happy ways.
The endless story’s that mam used to tell, the ones that aren’t talked about now.
The laughs and jokes we try holding onto, the pain and tears we try letting go.
We remember the old friends that did appear, and the flowers that they did send.
The messages of sadness that we did reserve, to let us know were not alone.
When I first saw you lying there, as I held my mothers hand, I knew something was missi