My mom put an excerpt from an old hymn in the paper today.
Then she whispered birds are singing
Songs of melody
And I see the roses blooming
While the angels beckon me
Then mother whispered
In the land so bright and fair
When the roses are blooming
There will be no parting there
This is a picture I sketched out real quick for mom to run with her quote in paper ad today. They couldn't run the illo for whatever reason, so I'll run it here.
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