Mom, how I'd love to touch your face
And talk with you once more
To hear your voice and see your smile
As you walk through the door.

What a joy it would be
To have you hold me close
And tell me that you love me
That's what I miss the most.

The little things that we would do
So close we were back then
It doesn't seem that long ago
You were my very best friend.

God has made a place for you
At his home in Heaven above
But you will always have my heart
And undivided love.

Oh, Mom how I love you
Miss you more and more each day.
Please save a place up there for me
I'll never be far away.

© Ginny Bryant ~ 1 May 2004


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