There is a love that's precious and rare,
that only a mother and daughter can share,
we shared that love, Mum, you and I,
from the day I was born until the day that you died.
God saw the road was getting rough. The hills were hard to climb.
He gently closed her weary eyes, and whispered peace be thine.
Softly within the shadows, she heard a gentle call,
and taking the hand of Jesus, she quietly left us all.
Wednesday 07 September 2022
Your Daughter Barbara