Maud Foster is our Mothers name,
We Love her through and through.
She's poorly now and in some pain,
But there's nothing we can do.
The priest has been and said his line,
which tells us time is short.
For when she passes all will pine,
But to the end we know she fought.
Our hopes are high she's also strong,
And miracles come by.
She suffered and we think its wrong,
So we look up to the Sky.
We Love you mother please know this,
We Love you Father too.
When you pass we'll surely miss,
The Love we got from you.
Yet in our thoughts your always there,
But also there's some pain.
Fathers coming don't despair,
To hold you once again.
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