Sometimes at night when I close my
eyes, I can see your face and your pretty eyes. For that moment time stops, and I’m with you once more, But, it does not last and I feel sad to the core. When I fall asleep I might dream of you. Then morning comes and I awake to what’s true. There might be a song or a breeze or a scent, That takes me back to the life we had spent. It is all that I have now to keep you near, My memories and dreams that I hold so dear. By Harriet McKaughlin In Memory of her daughter, Emily |
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