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Missing Mom
It's the anniversary of her death,
That ushers in my holidays,
And the sound of her last breath,
That crushes everything I say...
Even though some time has passed,
It never feels the same,
Remembering what she said last,
Before I heard my name...
The woman that has cared for me,
Like no one ever has,
Has faded to a memory,
To free me from its grasp ...
But it seems I can't let go,
And still keep trying to find,
Something sacred no one knows,
To bring her back from time...
And even as I close my eyes,
To look for her in dreams,
Something tells me when they dry,
They somehow set her free...
Terry
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