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Taking a page from another book, trying to finish my story to write. Knowing the day was drawing near when she would pass through the night.

Oh to have another page of words to speak different than the other. Think of a way to say a last good-bye to her my loving Mother.

Now I write the words from my heart trying not to cry. A way for saying "see you soon" my the time does fly.

Feeling good about the lines I've wrote I can look calmly toward the sky. Knowing she is safe from harm smiling down on me, yet never last good-bye.

ęcopyright 10/06/03

Johnnie Oakes

In memory of my Mom Dimple Hill