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.
Copyright © Jenny Betatche | Year Posted 2025
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