Lord, you know how my heart aches
I miss my Mother so
It seems so long since she has gone
Yet my tears still flow
I love her oh so dearly Lord
No one can take her place
Would you tell her I remember
Every inch of her sweet face
Wrap your arms around her Lord
Tell her all is well
For I will see her once again
When I answer Heavens bell.
ŠAnn Marie Fisher
April 24, 2007
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Proverbs 3: 15
She is more precious than rubies:
and all the things thou canst
desire are not to be compared
unto her. |
