HOBSON, Freda

Freda HOBSON
We thought of you today
But that is nothing new
We thought of you yesterday
And the days before that too.
We think of you in silence
We often speak your name
All we have are memories
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is a keepsake
From which we’ll never part
God has you in his arms,
We have you in our hearts.
Your children.