POETRY

Memoir of My Mom’s Passing

Fourteen years of silence

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Early morning dew,
Quiet, feeling blue.
I’ve paid my due,
Still, I think of you.

Wednesday shines so bright,
But I breathe with all my might.
No matter how I fight,
I want to take that flight.

Each day, it seems,
Sadness softly seeps.
I forget for just a while,
Then I’m chasing every mile.

The years have passed,
A lot had crashed.
Still can’t get past,
You leaving so fast.

I miss your every touch,
You’re with me when I munch.
I want to see you bad,
But I’d have to die for that.