I sit between the evergreens,
A wonderful scent fills the air,
Such beautiful roses surround me,
As I take a rest right there.
The fine aroma takes me back,
To distant sunny days,
I'm back in my mother's garden,
Where, I so happily played.
I see her at the back door,
I hear her call my name,
Her smile is warm and gentle,
We are young again.
I hear the church bells ringing,
On that sunny Sunday morn,
The birds are merrily singing,
As I sit upon the lawn.
Days like those I cherish,
For you were there with me,
Days like those remembered,
We were happy as can be.
To spend those days again with you,
Fond memories looked upon,
Just to relive, all over again,
For I miss you now you've gone.
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