To my daughter
To my daughter
Don't forget that
I am resting in heaven
At night I sleep in my brass bed
Also I am watching you down from
Heaven
Please remember the good times
We spent together
You should not think about the bad times
We went through in the past
Daughter we can't change what happened in the past
The past is over
Please don't bring back the past
Please live at the present moment
Daughter the angels in heaven
Are singing to me
Every night when I go to bed
Also I have no problem falling sleep
Daughter every day I wear my cotton gown
Also during the day
I work in my fathers Garden
First I remove the weeds from my father's garden
Than I plant some bulbs at the garden
Yes the Squirrels love to eat my bulbs
So I have to put down blood meal
Yes my father's garden is a show of color
The bees comes every single day
And collects the nectar from the flowers to make honey
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