Poetic-Verses
'' It Will Never Be The Same ''
Christmas was always special Ma,
until you went away,
it's different now for we all know,
we won't see you on that day.
We hope and pray you're happy Ma,
for us all you did your best,
if Motherhood was a paper exam,
you would always pass the test.
Your sacrifice while you were here,
will remain for ever more,
the fact you're no longer with us,
is hard to take, it's sore.
Time does not help ease the pain,
in fact at times it's worse,
why were we given emotions,
they act just like a curse.
The next time you speak to God Ma,
tell him we're not impressed,
he took you away from your family,
which has left us all distressed.
If God were truly merciful,
death would not apply,
his universe would take us all,
only the evil would die.
I'm sorry if I sound bitter Ma,
But Christmas brings on a tear,
special times have that effect,
we all wish you were still here.
But life just isn't like that,
we'll trust what God say's is true,
when he decides our clock must stop,
we'll be reunited with you.
Enjoy Christmas up in heaven Ma,
though we feel it's such a shame,
without you here beside us,
‘' It Will Never Be The Same ‘'
until you went away,
it's different now for we all know,
we won't see you on that day.
We hope and pray you're happy Ma,
for us all you did your best,
if Motherhood was a paper exam,
you would always pass the test.
Your sacrifice while you were here,
will remain for ever more,
the fact you're no longer with us,
is hard to take, it's sore.
Time does not help ease the pain,
in fact at times it's worse,
why were we given emotions,
they act just like a curse.
The next time you speak to God Ma,
tell him we're not impressed,
he took you away from your family,
which has left us all distressed.
If God were truly merciful,
death would not apply,
his universe would take us all,
only the evil would die.
I'm sorry if I sound bitter Ma,
But Christmas brings on a tear,
special times have that effect,
we all wish you were still here.
But life just isn't like that,
we'll trust what God say's is true,
when he decides our clock must stop,
we'll be reunited with you.
Enjoy Christmas up in heaven Ma,
though we feel it's such a shame,
without you here beside us,
‘' It Will Never Be The Same ‘'
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`` It Will Never Be The Same ``
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