My dear mother,
Sometimes, from the distant land
You speak to me.
I will hear from you; I will hear from you!
Please keep speaking to me every day from now on!
You have been the essence of my heart!
You are the one whose breast I suckled
From the moment you brought me into this world.
You have long gone to paradise,
But you're not forgotten!
Forgotten? How can I forget you?
Each day I see your face and visualize your spirit clothed in dignity,
Resting on the arms of the heavenly keepers.
I thank God for blessing me with a mother like you,
Who showered me with a mother's love,
That made me what i am!
I thank you mother for nurturing me with sweet, enduring love!
May your soul rest in blessed peace, my mom!
Your son,
Philip Hendricks Winter.
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