HARRIS

Margaret Rose

Seventy-six today.

I look at the cards and presents that I could have bought you and think of the places where we could be but now sadly where there should be laughter, there are only tears and where there should bejoy, there's heartache.

As the breeze rustles through the trees and the spring flowers bow their heads, the blue skies turn to grey and I have to face tomorrow without you.

My lovely memories of birthday past are so precious and no passing of time could ever take them away.

Happy birthday Margaret.

I love and miss you so much.

God bless.

Brian.

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