MOTHER
My mum is with me everyday,
Where ever I may be.
She’s in the Kitchen and in every room,
Smiling and watching over me.
I feel her presence by my side,
Each day and every waking hour.
In the garden that she adored,
She’s there in every flower.
For since the day that I was born,
A long, long time ago.
We’ve never left each others side,
Because we loved each other so.
By
Alfred Weston
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