A Mother's Love
She had left him
So very long ago
Still, she haunted him
His mind was a montage
Not of triumphs
Or of childhood
But mostly of her
He remembered everything
How she walked and spoke
The laughter of her voice
And the way
She held his hand
As they walked
Down the street
Though the past
Were faded pictures
She was always
Crystal clear
As though he could reach out
And softly touch
Her smiling face
Throughout his life
His mothers love
Still haunted him
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2011
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