When I see it
It reminds me of you,
But, Dear Mother,
It reminds me of him too.

Now I know that's not bad,
He is no worse than you.
Now when I see it,
I see a love that's true.

You and him were special,
A thing I once understood.
Then it faded as you left,
Rotten like old wood.

But now I've allowed the truth,
That wood was polished.
You and Dad, you are Mattley,
Your love is still protected.

I see him come down here often,
Alone, so it's just you two.
I hear him talking sometimes.
Mother, he misses you.

And now that clear message,
Of a bright, still burning love,
Is what I see when I turn my head,
And find Jam lying there.