Wood Nymph
The Hub in my wheel
She was the hub in my wheel.
Her love guided me day by day.
My wheel will forever be broken because
the One I was attached, has gone away.
Memories continue to linger
and grief continues to flow.
I wasn't there to hold her hand
when she finally had to go.
I love her more each passing day
as the years crawl slowly by.
The Hub in my Wheel, the Center of my World
was the Precious Momma of mine.
Her love guided me day by day.
My wheel will forever be broken because
the One I was attached, has gone away.
Memories continue to linger
and grief continues to flow.
I wasn't there to hold her hand
when she finally had to go.
I love her more each passing day
as the years crawl slowly by.
The Hub in my Wheel, the Center of my World
was the Precious Momma of mine.
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The Hub in my wheel
The Hub in my wheel
