Iris Greenberg
February 18, 1944 - October 29, 2009
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Your Mother is Always With You

Your mother is always with you...

She is the whisper of leaves
as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks.

She's the cool hand on your brow
when you're not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter
She's crystallized in every teardrop.

She's the place where you came from,
your first home...
She's the map that you follow
with every step that you take.

She's your first love,
and your first heartbreak...
And nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space...
not even death...
will ever separate you..
from your mother.

Until We Meet Again

I do not need a special day,
to bring you to my mind
The days I do not think of you
are very hard to find.

Each moment when I awake,
and I know that you are gone,
and no-one knows the heartache,
as I try and carry on,

My heart still aches in sadness,
and secret tears still flow,
what it meant to lose you
no-one will ever know

My thoughts are always with you
your place, no-one can fill
in life I loved you dearly
in death I love you still.

There will always be a heartache
and often a silent tear,
but precious memories of the days
when you were near

If tears could build a stairway
and memories a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back to stay
I'll hold you close within my heart,
and there you will remain,
to walk with me throughout my life,
until we meet again

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