Seeing the name of my mother in print
captured the joy of past years, but
the word 'deceased' followed her name
and caused me to weep streams of tears.
No other word could so well confirm that
mother had entered the heaven above.
Her old garden seat speaks of God still
filling my heart with much spiritual love...
I will never forget my mother so sweet
although 'deceased' she maybe ~ one day
you will see two hearts in conversation on
the old garden seat which was magic to me.

Joyce Hemsley

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