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(This was
regarding my |
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mother's
Home-going) |
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| She didn't need a suitcase |
| Or a toothbrush or a comb |
| Nor money for a ticket |
| To see her safely home. |
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| She didn't mind that it was time to go |
| No tear drops dimmed her eyes |
| She just kinda slipped away |
| There were no sad good-byes. |
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| I'll not say that I won't miss her |
| That sometimes my heart won't ache |
| But I'll never wish that she had stayed |
| Just for my own selfish sake. |
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| I know how long she waited |
| For the day that she could go |
| All her life she'd planned the trip |
| To me it wasn't such a blow. |
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| I know she's not really sleeping |
| And she certainly isn't dead |
| We've been building this Home in Heaven |
| And she just went on ahead. |
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| She's busy up there getting ready |
| For the day I shall slip away |
| What a joyous, glad reunion |
| And her words, "You're home to stay". |
