Mother
Every now, and then,
your shadow appears,
out of no where,
bringing sweet tears.
All the rooms,
your love once filled,
are still the same,
as when you were here.
Pictures I touch,
bring feelings so real,
sometimes I hear you,
I get a chill.
Forever, and always,
as long as I breath,
your memory will linger,
my mother so sweet.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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