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"Called Home" by Robert J. Thompson (Dedicated to my
Mother) Looking
down from Heaven God saw your weary face
He gently called out to you And blessed you with his grace. He put his arms around you And
lifted you to his chest Close your eyes
my child It's time for you to rest. He knew that you were suffering Enduring oh, such pain Growing
ever more weary He came for his daughter,
Elaine. The road had been long and trying The hills were difficult to climb Cradling you in his arms He
whispered, "Elaine, it's time!" It broke our hearts to lose you ... We felt so all alone Our lives just haven't been the same Since the day, God called you home. On Nov. 27, 1998, we lost my mother to a long fight with Myelofibrosis. |
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"A mother
knows the song of a child's heart and can sing it back when they have forgotten it." - Unknown