On the death of my father, Derrick Bennett
The smell of the flowers
The touch of a hand
Friends so long apart
Now here hugging as planned
The sound of the music
In the chapel softly lilting
Spoken words about our parents;
......
On the death of my father, Derrick Bennett
The smell of the flowers
The touch of a hand
Friends so long apart
Now here hugging as planned
The sound of the music
In the chapel softly lilting
Spoken words about our parents;
......