This is the story of my mummy, who even though we cannot see...
When my mummy's body was no longer strong, it was time for her to move along.
Before my mummy had to say goodbye, she whispered gently: It's OK to cry.
I am your ... forever after.
Your loving mummy Iwill always be.
So whenyou feel lonely orjusta bitblue, take a momentand think of me.
