As you should be Mum..... surrounded by the blooms of love. But still I cannot whisper to the tears that fall, for every day and every year I remember the beautiful woman you were and will always be in my memory.

Your Eternally loving Daughter.........Little Con

In rememberance

Constance Robinson

Whom Died in the scent of Aprils Blossom April 29th 1993 after a brave five year battle against Breast Cancer. Aged Just 43 Years

Pal of My Cradle days

What a friend what a pal only know can I see
How you dreamed and you planned all for me. I never Knew what a mother goes through
There's nothing that I wouldn't do for you.

Pal of my cradle days I needed you always
Since I was a baby upon your knee you sacrificed every thing for me I stole the gold from your hair and I
Put the Silver threads there I don't know any way I could ever repay 'Pal of my Cradle Day's

Sacred friend dearest pal, it was me who caused you Every sorrow and heartache you knew , Your face so fair I have wrinkled with care I placed every line that is there

Mum took great pride in her looks and appearance and its safe to safe vain to say the least.. but it set us standards to follow and I'll remember "It doesn't matter what you wear the most expensive suit from Harrods.. if your hair doesn't look good you may as well be dressed in rags"

 

THE OLD RUGGED CROSS

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

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