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| Missin' Mama |
| I wish I could have boxed the hugs and kisses that you gave and kept them in a silver box to treasure all my days. I wish I could have caught your smiles and stored them in a jar to bring them out one distant day when your love seemed so far. Oh, that I had known back then that you one day I'd miss, or that I could turn back the clock instead of reminisce. Tho' each new day I miss you more, there's comfort I must say, in all my heart's stored memories and dreams of yesterday. |
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| In loving memory of my mother Gaythel. |