Precious Mum (RIP)

AWAY

I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead, she is just away.

With a cheery smile and a wave of hand
She has wandered into an unknown land;

And left us dreaming how very fair
Its needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you-oh you, who the wildest yearn

From the old-time step and the glad return-
Think of her faring on, as dear

In the love of there, as the love of here
Think of her still the same way, I say;
She is not dead, she is just away. –

Written by: James Whitcomb Riley