There Is No Difference in the Way I Love You
|There is no difference in the way I love you,|
Even though you're gone these many years.
I think of you this Mother's Day as ever:
The home that sits behind half-open doors.
Death has no finality, for love
And like a mountain you may see my yearning
This day is no less yours than when you were
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