blue bows decorated
her platinum strands.
she had a tinkling laugh,
just like the child that she was.
and there was no friend to her
quite like her mother.
don't go she pleaded,
again and again.
she wished she could bring
her mother back.
she felt as though she was gone.
and this time, it was for good.
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Indefinable
Poetrywho she was, who she is, and who she will become. Copyright ©2018 by anneisawriter All rights reserved
