I hear the birds a calling,
I see the sky so blue,
But somehow life is not the same,
It's different without you.
I see the pretty flowers,
Their scent is oh so fine,
And they bring many memories,
Of days that were just fine.
I will not forget you,
Through the sun and rain,
And I will go on missing you,
Until we meet again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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