uncle Tommy xx
Soon it is time to say goodbye,
We can't guarantee that we won't cry,
It is a day of heartache, mourning and sorrow,
A future without you begins tomorrow.
It's so surreal knowing you're not here.
Though we feel your spirit drawing in near,
To comfort and guide us and get us through,
In that sense of things we know we've not really lost you.
Fly high with the angels now I pray,
Watch us from heaven on your funeral day,
Keep us strong and united as tomorrow starts,
Where we say goodbye to you but you stay in our hearts.
Vicki Wroe. 24 (c)
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