

I cannot see you with my eyes
You whisper in the rustling leaves
It gives me strength to carry on
or hear you with my ears.
But thoughts of you are with me still
and often there are tears.,
that linger in the fall;
And in the gentle breeze
I'm sure I hear your call.
A part of you remains with me
that no one can take away.
at dawning of new day.
I think of happy times we shared,
and then I softly sigh.
But this I know; we'll meet again
And never say goodbye.
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In Loving Memory
Of All Lost Mothers