When I think,
We die each day,
I remember when
You took my hand
Mom, you held my hand.
Whispered in my ear,
Just hoping I would hear.
Your hands,
They were soft.
Your voice, even softer.
Mom, when you’d stroke my hair.
Love, I could feel.
Mom, I need you to be with me.
We die each day,
Some more than one.
This one physically,
That one spiritually,
Me emotionally.
Your body’s leaving.
Your mind, it’s gone
Mom, I need to see,
Your touch,
Your look.
Mom, I need to feel,
Your love,
Your touch.
Mom, I need to hear
Your voice,
Your love.
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Submission Name: We Die Each Day
