My mother's love for me will never be a memory,
no matter how far she goes.
My mother's love for me will always be a part of me,
no matter how hard the wind blows.
Whenever I miss her presence,
the tears down my cheeks will Hold me,
tell me all the words she'd told me,
bring back all the happy days she'll scold me,
my mother down my cheek will bold me.
My mother's love for me will always be a part of me,
my mother's love for me will always be my sanity.
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Poetry By A Traveller
Poetry"Come travel through my mind." A collection of random poems I have composed. These poems are of my innermost thoughts and spirit, a journey through my mind. It might be a bit crazy at times but we are all crazy, so. I dedicate them to all lovers of...
