In memory of my mother Josefina van Rijsselt 1927-2009. Maastricht, Netherlands

...Geer zeet veur ummer bijj us, mam... veer hawwe
vaan uuch...
(... You are always with us, mom... we love you...) Thanks Hank for this great song... Wayn
(Voce esta sempre conosco. mai... nós te amamos...)
I know she love this HW song...

Each year on Mother’s day
The rose I wore was red
But today I’m saying my first prayer
Mama’s lying on her dying bed.
I’ve just told Mama goodbye
Mother’s day has turned to night
Like the flowers in May, she withered away
And my red rose is turning white.
This is the dreaded hour
We all must face someday
Yet there’s consolation in my heart
She will bloom in the Master’s bouquet.
Her time has come to go
And there’s nothing I can do
Only hold her hand and say goodbye
Mama’s day with her children is through.
I’ve just told Mama goodbye
And knelt beside her bed
I heard her say, "I’ll meet you someday,
Where the white roses turn to red."
(c) 1952 Acuff/Rose