In memory of all those Moms who left us too soon. We remember you in the morning, in the night, when we look at the stars, a song, a place, a smell.
A mother’s tasks are never done and Heaven must have needed one. For angels came and took her hand and led her to God’s promised land.
She’s surely kept quite busy there while brushing little angel’s hair and making sure they’re dressed just right, not staying out too late at night.
Although there’s sadness, this I know, she’s waiting there, her face aglow. I close my eyes and I can see... Her arms still open wide for me.
You are always with us.
As Mother's Day is almost here, so many things of Mom I miss her gentle hug and tender kiss I still can feel her warm embrace and picture yet her loving face.
A mother’s tasks are never done and Heaven must have needed one. For angels came and took her hand and led her to God’s promised land.
She’s surely kept quite busy there while brushing little angel’s hair and making sure they’re dressed just right, not staying out too late at night.
Although there’s sadness, this I know, she’s waiting there, her face aglow. I close my eyes and I can see... Her arms still open wide for me.
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