My heart retreats to a somber place
as the sun does rise. I hold
this day close for the woman who
gave birth to me gone. I must
continue living but I don’t
want to. I am lost as blowing
leaves searching for a place to rest.
I am weak; an empty soul.
My mom, my superhero; someone I
treasured more than myself now mothers
in a place I shall one day see. I
will carry on her message of love
and keep the memory of her alive
in my heart. Always.
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