i cannot see you with my eyes or hear you with my ears,but thoughts of you are with me still and often there are tears.you whisper in the rustling leaves that linger in the fall and in the gentle breeze,im sure i hear your call.a part of you remains with me that no one can take away,it gives me strength to carry on at dawning of new day.i think of happy times we shared and then i softly sigh,but this i know,we'll meet again and never say goodbye.love you mum.xxx