I’d like to say a few short words
About my dear old mum
You friends who gather to reflect
With father, daughter, son
I’d tell you how she love to joke
And talk about the past
How she liked to have a smoke
And sup wine from her glass
How she like to give out cards
She made with her fair hand
How she’d always help a friend
If things should go off plan
And how she’d love it when her kids
Would call to say ‘hello’
But “Please avoid the Archers
When they’re on the radio”
I’d tell you how we loved her
And the funny things she’d do
Like how she mixed up all her words
But still make sense to you
I’d tell you how we’ll miss her
Now that she has past
But that we shouldn’t cry to much
She’s found her peace at last
There no more pain for her to feel
She’ll look down from above
And know that we will always be
Forever filled with love

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