Oh my dearest child, what shall I do
When your time on earth with us is through
As your voice is silenced fore’er more
You will knock no more upon my door.
We shan’t have those chats of heart to heart
Like we did before we had to part
I’ll miss you for my remaining days
Remembering your familiar ways.
This will not change and can never be
Since God has chosen to set you free !
T O D E N O , L O V E M O M
Claire V. Bogdanos 