My roots will come and go
In the memory of my Son's face
I hear him calling upon me
Is he asking me to call upon him
I have done so
Though you have left me
I do not forget
For you are with me always
Your memory is my comfort
Your laughter is my smile
I see you always
Your good humor dances around me
Before me are your children
They speak of you every day
Your spirit is cast amongst them
In their eye's, I see you smiling back at me
For you will never leave my heart
My Son
 
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