I Miss Thee Mother Mine Oh mother dear I miss thee, thou art the fairest true, Shall I tell so of the ways my heart doth grieve anew. For each new day I see thee more in all I say and do, The way my hands may move or how I speak like you, I copy you a thousand times and then I miss thee more, which shows me as the years go by of all the love you bore. My heart returns to all you sang the stories you might tell, Your gentleness in dark of night the voice I knew so well. Oh mother dear you're always mine, no other mother so divine, Should I but share of all your ways would be such blessing kind. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2004 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au Poetry From The Heart Join Our Free Newsletter First Name: Last Name: Email: [an error occurred while processing this directive] Family Inspirational Friendship Good Morning Good Night Birthday Thinking of You Music Home Midi "Precious Memories" Majorie Harrell