MumA Poem by PólEveryone thinks their mum is the best in the world. Mine must be close.
Can I say goodbye, now?
Take my leave, without a sigh. Wither, but not bowed. Happily waving a fond farewell to kith and kin. Still loving the things that bind. That invisible chain finally snaps... and breaks. But not your hearts. No. Because those I will hold close. FOREVER.
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