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.