When I used to sit at Lottie's
knee
I was just a little girl,
And she would tell me stories,
that would magically change
my world.
No longer in the front room
you see,
But another place and time,
And it was always a special place to be
her words set free my mind.
Listening to her speak her thoughts
we would travel far and near,
the places that we visited
old and new her voice always so clear.
When she talked,
I always listened
and she always spoke with love.
Did I hear,
No not all the time,
I hear more now
though now she is above.
She speaks to my heart now and
in my soul she lives,
And its not stories anymore
but peace that Lottie gives.......
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