Monday, November 30, 2009

twenty four months

Mum, twenty four months ago today
God called you home to stay.

How I would love to just hear your voice
and see your beautiful face.

Many times I've seen you in my dreams
I now know what sadness truly means

Sometimes I hear a noise in the hall
I think of you, and the day it all went wrong.

I think of you keeping watch over us, like a guardian angel would do

You know that we love you, and that we are thinking of you too

Somehow in my heart I just truly know
You keep watch over the kids, and see them grow.

Sometimes it is hard not to cry, but
then I think of you in Heaven and have to smile.

Whenever I see a butterfly, I believe it is your way of saying hi from your home in Heaven, way beyond the beautiful sky.

When I get sad I remind myself, you're in a much better place.

Mum I will think of you often, and remember your beautiful face.

Mum, say hello to Teagyn, and Dad.  Granny Campbell, and Grandpa too.

Send us a sign, and let us know your safe.

Until we meet again.

Love always, your daughter


Karen Smith Sanford

Your mother is always with you...

She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks.

She's the cool hand on your brow
when you're not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.

She's the place you came from,
your first home...
She's the map you follow
with every step that you take.

She's your first love
and your first heart break...
and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, Not space...
Not even death...
will ever separate you
from your mother...

You carry her inside of you...

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