Jenny Betatche Poet Rhyme

My Dear Mother

I try to smile;
But then I sigh.
Feeling sorrow for a while;
And so I cry.

Is this for real;
Or is it just a dream?
Starting in April;
I talk to you in a frame. 

I am in pain;
I feel so lost. 
From deep within;
Slap by the truth. 

Now you are gone;
Of course I know.
My mother, my supermom;
So hard to live without you. 

Your unconditional love;
And all the memories.
That very tight hug;
And those sweet kisses.

I will miss you, my mother;
Your presence and your caress. 
Losing you is what I fear;
But you're now resting in peace.

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