Joanne Tolhurst 3rd December 2007

One day you were there, the next you were gone. Was it something that I did was I in the wrong? Didn’t visit enough, new I could of done more. Now it’s too late, my heart is so sore. Over 2 years, not once have we spoke Just wish I could here that voice in your throat. I needed you then, still need you now Someone to turn to when I’ve had a row To seek for advice, or a hug here and there I no in my heart that you still care But you’re not around and I understand Your needed up there on that special land So when I’m alone wishing for you Ill look at that star and think of you too.