I pray this message brings you hope,
when I've gone to a better place.
Think of me, and I'll be near,
when the wind blows upon your face.
You're the gifts I cherish most,
given from God above.
Always hold me dear to your heart,
and remember my undying love.
I tried my best to guide you,
and gave you all I could.
Promise me this, my little ones
serve God and live as you should.
There will come a day when we meet again,
in a home not made by man.
I'll be waiting for you at heaven's gate,
waiting...to take your hand.
So when you feel a soft breeze blow,
and you're dreaming of another place,
remember, it's me whispering, "I love you",
when the wind blows upon your face.
With Eternal Love,
Your Mother
P.S. Unless you experience the pain of separation from a loved one, You'll never know the pain God feels when you separate yourself from him.
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