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I can write of joy when inside I weep.
I can paint a smile when sad hours 
I keep.
My Mothers birthday on the 23 of December,
This is a day I will always remember...

Her eyes were warm and gentle, she 
Would walk with me in troubled times.
She heard me with her loving ways
She held dear, each moment of the
Day...

So I recall her life, the day of her birth.
I see her in my dreams, I feel her valued
Worth.
If you could walk with me just one more
Time... You would see the Mountains I've
Climb

As the snow drapes her purity across the
Land,  I remember your warm and gentle
Hand......
You live within my heart, your kindness and
Wisdom will never part! 

Soft Whisper's of your Angels sings
Of the day  I can tuck away warmly
Beneath your wings.....
This same day so long ago, you're
Lovely spirit began to glow...

(Your loving Daughter)


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