~ An Hour with You~


 A lamplight of remembrance glows,
Bright and lighting gently,
All the sweet memories of love,
We view so intently.

Life's precious times we still recall,
We know of this white lace,
And the sweet roses always there,
The picture of her face.

Framed within the lamplight's now past,
Yet still lingers sweetness,
Times now gone we desire to have,
Her scent brings completeness.

This lamplight's a small chandelier,
Glowing of her beauty,
Our Mother's love was the dearest,
Everywhere we can see.

Softly shone's a spirit of love,
A lamplight never wanes,
Nor white lace, roses or her scent,
Our Mother's love remains.

©Sondra McPherson
October 15, 2004



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Music: "Memories"
Music by Margi Harrell
Used With Permission