ASHBY Edith Frances Treasured memories of dear mother called to rest May 20th,1997. I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses, And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses. He speaks and the sound of his voice is so sweet the birds hush their singing and the melody that he gave to me within my heart is ringing. He walks with me and he talks with me and he tells me you are his own, And mother, the joy you share in this morning prayer I have also known. Michael. Published in paper 22/05/2009 in Malvern Gazette
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