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INGS, Eira May 17, 1985 Just her hand to clasp Her patient face to see; To hear her voice, to see her smile As in the days that used to be; But some sweet day we'll meet again Beyond the toil and strife, And clasp each other's hand anew, In heaven, that happy life I love you and miss you so much Mum.. - SandraPublished in the Ottawa Citizen on 5/17/2008