When I am gone

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I may only be twenty nine, hitting the big three ‘O’

It is never to late to prepare, we never know when we will go.

The sun will keep on shining; the moon will glow at night,

I hope if and when I have children and they have children too,                                                                      

they never will forget their Mum who taught them wrong from right.   

Although I hope people will miss me,  I grant no one to be sad,

I hope to live to a ripe old age, for people to look back at a wonderful life I had.

I will live my life in spirit, when I am on this earth no more,

A guardian angel I will become to my family, until they knock on heavens door.

When my dying day arrives, my love will still go on,

I wish my family health, wealth and happiness and to keep each other strong.

© Copyrighted 2014 to Lorraine Barber

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