I never knew any of my grandparents. I knew my Mum was very close to her Mum, but all I knew was an old photo with a yellow newspaper clip of a verse, that, to be honest, as I'd not lost anyone meant little to me.
Then I lost my own Mum in 1989, she was only 63, and suddenly the verse meant something to me. I'd like to share it with you, it's now in a frame on its own, and I hope it brings comfort to someone out there.
Just a thought
No longer can we see her smile, nor listen to her voice,
She is not here to sympathise with us nor yet rejoice.
But her influence is just as great as when she shared our ways,
Her philosophy remains to help our problems and dismays.
She cannot give advise on any hour of our day,
And yet we know exactly how she;d think and what she’d say.
We miss her cheer and wisom, for her ways of life were kind,
But we shall not be lost because she left her love behind.
by Kathleen Partridge
Then I lost my own Mum in 1989, she was only 63, and suddenly the verse meant something to me. I'd like to share it with you, it's now in a frame on its own, and I hope it brings comfort to someone out there.
Just a thought
No longer can we see her smile, nor listen to her voice,
She is not here to sympathise with us nor yet rejoice.
But her influence is just as great as when she shared our ways,
Her philosophy remains to help our problems and dismays.
She cannot give advise on any hour of our day,
And yet we know exactly how she;d think and what she’d say.
We miss her cheer and wisom, for her ways of life were kind,
But we shall not be lost because she left her love behind.
by Kathleen Partridge
