Those Precious Things Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
Those Precious Things
Those songs you used to sing to me,
Echo in my mind,
The endless love you gave to me,
Is truly hard to find,
The shoulder that you gave to me,
I shan't cry on no more,
The lovely smile you gave to me,
As you stood by your open door,
That special gift you gave to me,
The gift of a mothers love,
These words that I now send to you,
I miss you in heaven above.
Jayne Louise Davies
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