TO MOTHER
“I’ll be with you forever”, you would always say;
Well forever is ending, just any day.
The reaper wants his dues and we each must pay;
Though for a season, we hold him at bay.
He is standing, waiting, for one I hold most dear;
Though the suffering is great, you have shown no fear.
I have yet to see you shed a single tear;
Your strength will carry me through each and every year
And when you go into God’s arms above;
Soaring and sailing like a pure white dove.
You will be in our hearts and we shall think of;
Mama, is the prettiest flower in God’s garden of love
“I’ll be with you forever”, you would always say;
You were right mama. Forever doesn’t end, this or any day.
Well forever is ending, just any day.
The reaper wants his dues and we each must pay;
Though for a season, we hold him at bay.
He is standing, waiting, for one I hold most dear;
Though the suffering is great, you have shown no fear.
I have yet to see you shed a single tear;
Your strength will carry me through each and every year
And when you go into God’s arms above;
Soaring and sailing like a pure white dove.
You will be in our hearts and we shall think of;
Mama, is the prettiest flower in God’s garden of love
“I’ll be with you forever”, you would always say;
You were right mama. Forever doesn’t end, this or any day.
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