All That Is Left Are Memories

All that is left are memories
When a loved one sadly passes on
One never really gets over the loss
But, you must be strong
Never forget what your mother taught you
She always wanted you to do your best
Just carry on with your mission
And reach for excellence

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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