For Mum
Kathleen May Pacey 14 November 1945
My Mum When the winds are blowing softly and a sweet scent fills the air. When the moons rays bathe the landscape I’ll know that you are there. When the birds are singing sweetly as the tears I try to hide. When I gaze upon my children I’ll know you are by my side. Your sweet life was spent so early far to early to be fair. I still feel your sweet caressesas I sat and brushed your hair. When I need to know the reason why such things are meant to be. I simply gaze upon you picture and hope I’ve made you proud of me. There are many photos in the albums of those days of long ago. Grandchildren shuffle through the pages but how are they to know. A mothers love, it lasts forever and to lose you left me numb. But in my heart you’ll stay forever I will always love you Mum. Bob Pacey (c) — with Beryl Miller
kath with very pregnant daughter joanne
kath playing water fights with grandson jack
daughter jo with grandson jack
kath playing with grandson jack
kath & lynden