It's hard when your children, are
not close at hand. But that's how
it is and you have to understand.
You can't see them, as often as
you like and wait patiently, when
they come to call. It's a very happy
occasion, for one and all. Being
together, talking, doing things you
haven't done for a long time, gives
you a lift in every way. You know
it's not going to last, but you make
the most of it, as soon, they'll be
going away. All good things have
to come to an end. It's time for
them to depart. You know you're
going to miss them so, with all of
your heart!
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