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May 2015
She's gone,
I can't believe she's gone,
She was my one,
And only,

Her coat is on the chair,
Her cup on the table,
Her book lays unread,
But she lays dead,

Why,
Just yesterday we laughed,
She hugged me,
I still feel her arms around me,

I can feel her here,
But I can't find her,
I know she's here,
I know,

I sit in her chair,
wrap her coat around me,
I talk to her,
And she listens,

I close my eyes,
And she touches my hand,
She is home,
My mum.
Tina ford
Written by
Tina ford  Liverpool
(Liverpool)   
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     emma harwood and Jane Millward
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