I have a space inside my heart
that marks the day we had to part
The day I lost my dearest friend
My loyal companion to the end
I am a mother, I am a wife,
yet something is missing from my life -
I have a job to fill my days
an ideal life in many ways...
Yet in the garden, or by my chair
I look for you - though you're not there.
There is a void I cannot fill
I think of you often, and miss you still...
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
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