Like little rivers of golden slivers of you in all your grace,
"How old would you have been today mum?"
"As old as you & then some!"
Miss you like a grape misses it's vine,
Like a sun misses it's shine,
Like the moon misses the night,
Like the stars without the bright,
As I hold on tight to my golden, remembrance chain. Leading back but also illuminating my way,
As sure as the dark of night becomes the light. We'll see each other again some day. Xxx
#Another year without you another poem about you,
