Time

They say that time heals all Yet there never seems enough To say the words, to give your love A mother always dies too soon You try to make it linger As her age increases yearly You pray that God will spare her Because you love her dearly But when the days get tedious She’s sick, alone and weary You pray that God may take her Because you love her dearly Mother, we will miss you, Your love, your care and support You have given us your all And triumphantly defied life’s challenges You were so busy caring for others That you forgot about yourself In honour and in gratefulness, we say Sweet mother, dearest oma*, may you rest in peace Rest peacefully now your time has come May angels guide your way The time has come...yet 'tis oh so hard To see you on your way *Oma is dutch for Grandmother