Dear Joan,
My Mom,
Our Mom,
Our grandmother,
Our Great Grand Mom,
Dear Mom.
My mother dear when ever you hold me
all the things that hurt me are gone.
My mother.
when I needed you
you are always there
somehow when you held me
all thing bad are no longer there
like when I fell and hurt my head
on the garden gate
remember waking up
and you are there kissing all
the bad things alway from my head.
Dear Joan our mother dear,
Where have you gone
I am at a loss to know
where are you
when I need you now
Mother you must always know
we will always love you
as you did so much us.
R.I.P. With Love Joan our mother so dear to us.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
Dear Joan,
My Mom,
Our Mom,
Our grandmother,
Our Great Grand Mom,
Dear Mom.
My mother dear when ever you hold me
all the things that hurt me are gone.
My mother.
when I needed you
you are always there
somehow when you held me
all thing bad are no longer there
like when I fell and hurt my head
on the garden gate
remember waking up
and you are there kissing all
the bad things alway from my head.
Dear Joan our mother dear,
Where have you gone
I am at a loss to know
where are you
when I need you now
Mother you must always know
we will always love you
as you did so much us.
R.I.P. With Love Joan our mother so dear to us.
True story as suggested by Beth my grand daughtter to help me with the loss of my Mom. and a very good idear.
Joan Hardwick R.I.P. 1928 - 2015.
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