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She used to hum a sweet old song while cooking in the kitchen light,
Famous mashed potatoes, fried chicken done just right.
Her laughter filled the evening air, her love we all could feel,
A heart so big, a soul so true, a love that’s real.
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And I see my wife’s moms jacket hanging in the closet, close to where she lay,
She holds the scent of memories, never really far away.
Her music and her family, they’re treasures she left behind,
In every bite and every song, her spirit’s intertwined.
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Around the table stories told, her kindness never missed,
A melody of love, in every note and every dish.
From Sunday afternoons to quiet nights, her song remains alive,
In hearts she touched and hands she held, her legacy survives.
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And I see my wife’s moms jacket hanging in the closet, close to where she lay,
She holds the scent of memories, never really far away.
Her music and her family, they’re treasures she left behind,
In every bite and every song, her spirit’s intertwined.
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Though she’s gone, her love’s around, like an old familiar tune,
A blended taste of life and love, beneath the southern moon.
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I see my wife’s moms jacket hanging in the closet, close to where she lay,
She holds the scent of memories, never really far away.
Her music and her family, they’re treasures she left behind,
In every bite and every song, her spirit’s intertwined.