By 30th March 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

Remembered every morning,
That she has gone away.
I did not have the privilege,
To be there on that day.

Our paths in life had parted,
Back in a different time.
The hope we’d be united,
A constant dream of mine.

Every day there is a void,
Where Mother used to be.
For she has gone to God,
But left her memory with me.

I know life’s just a journey,
We all must travel through.
But Lord, I miss the Mother,
That I never even knew…..

Dave Butler

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