Miss Thy Mother On special days you are a weeper, As you miss thy mother . Grief flows like a deep and wide river, Even the lilies around are deep mourners. Remember the days filled with wreaths, thoughts, and kindly folk near? They said: she’s now happy as she ascends her way up there, Adding that no more pain as her soul’s now free, But for a child, it’s hard to find solace , you see . Yes, you miss thy mother , One great soul -- beyond compare. She filled your life with love, wonder, and utmost care, Her prayers were like your guardian that follows as you wander. When days of mourning are here once again, then again and again – just surprisingly returning; You cling to your memories together, Because her love is a comforting den, a halo that shines and never dies – brighter as a flame . 💜
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