This is a poem I wrote for a friend whose mother passed. I am not really a "card" maker but, I get by. The poem reads: The day that I left And I went away, The Lord took my hand And began to say: "You're now my Angel For your time has come, To spread your wings There is much to be done. There are flowers for tending And many children to hug, The babies need holding To keep warm and snug". So don't cry that I'm gone I'll be busy you see, And when you smell flowers They may be from me. ~dmh TFL!
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