The memories of my mother are few and far between,
Her silken hair and glistening eyes seem distant as a dream.
But when i do next see her i'll know her there and then,
By recallling all the images in mind from way back when,
Weid play around the park all day soaking up the bright sunshine.
But when i do see her again i'll know i've had my time.
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