A Voice from the Eastern Door
A light from our household is gone.
A voice we loved to hear
A place is vacant in our home which never can be filled
But all I have are memories and your picture in a frame
My heart still aches with sadness.
And secret tears will flow for what it means to lose you.
No One will ever know.
We all missed your singing to us at Christmas and all your jokes.
Now your voice we loved is stilled.
I shall always treasure your memories and hold you in my heart.
Love always, Mom
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