A Voice from the Eastern Door
I do not need a special day
To bring you to mind
The days I do not think of you
Are very hard to find
Each morning when I awake
I know that you are gone
And no one knows the heartache
As I try to carry on
My heart still aches with sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know
My thoughts are always with you
Your place no one can fill
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still.
Until we meet again Sweetheart
Love, Mom, Ivory and Abram
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