Missing you
(Written when my mom passed away, June 28, 2003)
Though your spirit might be near,
Though you might be standing here,
Your sweet voice, I long to hear,
I miss you.
Though you're now where you should be,
Joyful, smiling, healed and free,
Your dear face I long to see,
I miss you.
How long till we meet again?
Only God can tell us when
I'll feel your embrace, till then...
I'll miss you.
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