I'm thinking back to Christmas times
When we were very small
And how they were the happiest
Most exiting times of all
When the sound of Christmas carols
Drifted softly through the air
When our world was filled with magic
And life didn't have a care
And then i think of later years
Those cheerful hugs & kisses
Exchanging gifts and greetings cards
And making special wishes
But it's funny how those memories
Can now break my heart in two
For dear Sister, they remind me
Just how much I'm missing you.
Sent by Nicola on 15/12/2011
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Sent by MuchLoved on 01/03/2011
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland