Dear mom...
I still remember the
Last positive memory
There wasn't many of them
I know you loved me deep down.
I can hear the words that you
Said before your death
I can still see your pretty nails
That we got done together.
I can still feel your hands
Entangled warmly in mine
I still try to envision your smile
But it is still very faint.
The last promise I made to you was that
I wouldn't be like you
That I was going to be present
For my son and be a good mom.
But that doesn't change how
Much I miss you
I would give my life
Just to hear your voice again.
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