Mother, My Angel My Friend
Where doth hath God bequeathed thee?
on Modor's day, I miss you so
come hither here to claim my memory
I miss you,... this is my decree
To cast a glance upon your grave
I've plucked a rose of golden glow
and left it on an angel's wave
to gather where the wild winds blow
Where doth hath God surrendered you
on Modor's day, I miss you so
I'm sending you an I Love You
to gather where the wild winds blow !
betwixt thine own in sorrow's deep
I leave my love, by angel's keep.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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