When God set the world in place, when He hung the stars up in space, when He made the land and the sea, then He made you and me. He sat back and saw all that was good, He saw things to be as they should. Just one more blessing He had in store; He created a mother, but whatever for? He knew a mother would have a special place to shine His reflection on her child's face. A mother will walk the extra mile just to see her children smile. She'll work her fingers to the bone to make a house into a home. A mother is there to teach and guide, a mother will stay right by your side. She'll be there through your pain and strife, she'll stay constant in your life. A mother will lend a helping hand until you have the strength to stand. She'll pick you up when you are down, when you need a friend she'll stick around. A mother is one who listens well, will keep her word; will never tell. A mother never pokes or pries but stands quietly by your side, giving you the strength you need, encouraging you to succeed. A mother is one who can be strong when you need someone to lean on. You're more than a mother to me; a reflection of Him in your face I see, a love that knows no boundaries. I'm glad that you chose to be all this and more to me. You share a love that knows no end, you're more than my mother, you are my friend.

Jane Jane Jane , you was such a lovely woman & you had such a beautiful smile , we all no that you will be looking down on Sam and Lisa and your 3 beautiful grandchildren all the time , you are the brightest star up in the sky , just writing this is making me want to start crying but i want to write it and if i cry i cry don't i :) , you were such a wonderful woman , you are going to be missed by alot of people Jane , you have gone far to early :( , your in a better place now were the angels are looking after you , rest in peace Beautiful xxxxx

Her life was not as glorious as some, Devoted to her children and their children, What's left when dreams are scattered to the wind. She loved too well, and fought too hard She was, of all bright loveliness, a shard Struck off to bring our lives the gift of light. There are those whose lives are shaped by love; Whose pleasures, rich and full, are found in giving; Who make our wild hearts bloom and passions move Into measured fields made lush by living. Without her all the gold's gone from the day; She will be missed far more than we can say and remain in our hearts every day. R.I.P Jane xxxxxx