A Bad DreamA Poem by Lisa Parks
Anywhere I go, I feel you.
But you are not really here, And you died long time ago. Don't worry about me, I am fine. Dreading everyday for you to be here. Realizing I won't see you again. Everyday, I miss you. And I cry for you. Mom, you mean everything to me.
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Added on June 25, 2018 Last Updated on June 25, 2018 Author
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