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STILL Remember, WON'T forget {Mum - March 23rd}





 


    Twenty one years, since you passed,
    Still seems like yesterday,

    So glad I did go down that eve.,

    Witnessed your atrophy.


    Had visited you earlier,

    You seemed so good at noon,

    Who’d have known your final breath

    Was nearing, oh so soon?


    You missed your 'darling Bobby'

    You'd mentioned that, oft., too,

    You did get reunited

    With him; and he, with you.


    A parent, they will worry,

    About their offspring young,

    But as their years do linger,

    The care, full circle, come.


    So pleased you taught compassion,

    As child, a-growing old, 

    You both showed me th'example,

    With tender heart, not cold.


    Though I knew I'd be doing it,

    The "taking care of you"

    Your youngest sis. cared for YOUR mum,

    'Twas what the youngest do.


    Y'always said you wanted, like  

    Your mum, and gran, to be,

    They both reached the 84,

    Were close, at 83.


    Did happ'  'pproaching Good Friday,

    That March day, 23rd,

    Who’d have known that later on,

    YOUR “Welcome Home” was heard?


    You seemed to be aware of it,

    I hadn’t read, at noon,

    Last entry in your diary,

    “These two will get all ............ ‘SOON’ "


    So YES, I DO still miss you,

    I knew from child, ’twould hap’.

    But wasn’t ready to let go, 

    My heart, has perm'nent gap.


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