A Large Stone
There's a large stone,
I've not seen in a while.
I used to sit on it alone,
And with my sister too.
In our garden
Come winds that blow,
Come rain or snow.
A picture's shown
Of my mother sat there.
My oldest son gives her a hug,
He's standing behind her.
My mother's gone,
My son is grown,
Still stands the stone.
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