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Make Mama Cry
When they say to stay gold
Is it for bright days to sit between your ears?
All the cotton clouds, two or three, right there?
Or is it to find strength for your arms to pull you over the mossed edge?
Mama cried after every light accomplishment
Whether it be reinstated love or you set a day aside for treks and hikes
Or graduated from University
You seen Mama cry when t...
Thursday 23rd September 2021 4:06 am
The hurt of remembrance
Everything reminds me of you.
Something you bought me or a scent of perfume.
The reflection in the mirror.
A song that I sing to.
Words that I speak and phrases I use.
Everything just reminds me of you.
Places I go to that we adventured together.
Movies I watch that we enjoyed with each other.
I know that my brother and sisters hurt too,
Because everything and anyth...
Tuesday 7th September 2021 11:10 am
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