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IT WON’T BE
LIKE BEFORE
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I haven’t been home for
Christmas, |
Since my Mama passed away. |
We’ve been celebrating at my
house,. |
And Dad comes for a nice
long stay |
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Even once grown, I’d think
of home, |
As the holidays grew near. |
.I couldn’t always make the
trip, |
But my heart was always
there |
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My age made not a
difference, |
When it came to the
holidays. |
.Cause going home for
Christmas, |
Washed all those years away |
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Family traditions that never
changed, |
Made it special being home. |
And made me feel like a kid
again, |
No matter how far I’d
roamed. |
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Over many years I gathered, |
A treasure trove of
memories. |
Such as aromas from Mom’s
kitchen, |
And her secret recipes. |
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But this year Dad needn’t
travel, |
I’ll be home for Christmas
day. |
Tho it won’t be like it was
before, |
Now that Mama’s gone away. |
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I’ll smile as I fight back
my tears |
When we’re greeted at the
door. |
Cause Dad will open it all
alone, |
No, it won’t be like before. |
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On Christmas day I’ll slip
away, |
To go visit with my Mom. |
And place a wreath upon her
grave, |
While wishing she wasn’t
gone. |
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I know her spirit will
surround us, |
As we celebrate this year. |
Smiling down upon the
family, |
That she loved and held so
dear. |
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DEDICATED TO
THE MEMORY OF |
MY PRECIOUS
MOTHER |
Lovey Arlene
Boucher |
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