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For My Mother

I cannot bear to thinkof when you will be gone.

I do not understandhow I will get along.

Your love has been my resting place,the place that I would go,no matter what,no matter whereyour love would always flow.

A simple calla quick hello,Where have you been?

What do you know?

Just to touch baseand share a laugha smile or two,a joke or gaffe.

What will I do when you are gone?

Who will I call?

There is no other quite like youno other love that's half as true.

no one could do the things you've done,no other one could be my sun, shining brightly as I get your call,"I'm home now dear,what's going on?"

Copyright August 2003Fran Watson

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