A Mother

A Mother is a special thing

With all the happiness she brings

Through thick and thin, she'll stand by you

Over hot coals, she'll walk for you

She picks you up when you are down

She's there with you through smiles and frowns

A mother's love is like no other

It knows no bounds, not like a lover

I know that my mum still loves me

God keep her safe for eternity

Karen & Tim xxx

Mum in a Million

A million times we've needed you,

A million times we've cried.

If love alone could've saved you,

You never would have died.

In life we loved you dearly,

In death we love you still.

In our hearts you hold a place,

No one else will ever fill.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you didn't go alone.

Part of us went with you,

The day God took you home.

Love Dawn & Rob

MUM

Being asked to put pen to paper, and write down all the nice things

I remember about my Mum, has got to be the easiest thing

I have ever had to do. Simple answer to a simple question 'Everything'.

If I was to say what part of my Mum's life I would like to remember her by,

it would be the same answer 'Everything'. I wouldn't like to pick out one

particular memory from her life, but she was a Mum I could go and

talk to about anything, without being judged, even if I was wrong.

Whatever problems I had, I knew there was always one person who would

be there for me if I needed her, my Mum.

If she were a car, my Mum would definitely have been a Skoda,

no hidden extras, what you see is what you get, but in my book,

Mum was a Rolls Royce. Absolute top of the range, but in her eyes,

any car would do, so long as it had a boot full of junk for her to

rummage around in on a Sunday morning.

Terry & Carol xxx

My Mum

Words cannot say all I need to, but I will try.

I love my Mum, I always have and always will.

She was more than a mother to me, she was my idol, my hero,

my role model, but above all this, she was my best friend.

My life certainly won't be the same without her.

The most beautiful woman, I'm honoured to say, was my Mother.

I will never forget all she was, all she made me to be

, and all the treasured time we spent together. I will miss her terribly,

I'm already lost without her and I'm sad that her youngest

grandchild is too young to remember the way she was.

I hope that mum has a good seat in heaven to watch over us all.

Take it easy Mum,

Debi, Love you, see you soon XX.

My Nan

My Nan was so special to me,
She lived her life to the fullest,
And now she's been set free.

I know she's happier now than ever before,
God called her home and opened the golden door.

She has no problems and no fears,
God took her up and wiped away her tears.

I know she wants me to try my best in all I do,
I love you granny and I'll keep doing my best in everything for you!

Kev

Nanan

Nanan was a big hearted , generous, loving, caring,

kind of woman, whose heart had lots of room, for everyone. Then had lots of room for more.

She was a brilliant cook, who taught me how to make spaghetti bolognese and how to fish.

I loved her very much, and will do for the rest of my years.

Lee.

I love you Nanan and thank you for all the toys and sweeties,

and my balaclava. I will miss having horsey rides off you,

and hugging you.

Sleep well Nanan, love always

Curtis.

Shirley

I remember when you started work as a machinist at the same place as me.

Very small and pretty, with long blonde hair. Everybody took to you,

a glutton for work and always smiling. I also remember your club swinging days.

You carried those qualities through your lifetime

Shirl that’s how I remember you. Heart as big as a bucket.

All my family loved you. Sleep well Godbless.

Elsie

Our Shirley

"She'll do it for us, let's pop down and see her now"

She made mittens for Sheila, altered trouser

lengths, sew this, sew that, she was our fingers and thumbs.

That's how we remember 'Our Shirley'.

She gave us a recipe for 'Indian' Curry.

Many a Sunday night we would have supper

with her and her family, and what would be on

the menu, yes, you've got it, 'Indian' curry, rice,

chips and mushy peas! And we could do as we

pleased, as long as we didn't mention "Vinegar"

That's how we remember 'Our Shirley'.

Archer Street dancing, pictures at The Grand,

Leno's and Bug'ole too. Long posts ringing,

corner street singing, telling jokes until we wet our knickers.

That's how we remember 'Our Shirley'.

A pint of brown ale at the Gladstone, was a

picture that I would always want to snap,

but I could never remember my camera.

But of course, when last orders were called,

it was two pints of brown ale.

That's how we remember 'Our Shirley',