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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. |
Wow. This piece is beautiful. Seriously. Almost brought a tear to my eye. This deserves a favorite. mmmk. Now to discuss, because there isn't really anything to critique (except a minor spelling error in line 7, hopping should be hoping, nothing big). But to begin with, there is such emotion in this piece, it's just...beautiful. I seem to be at a loss for words...sorry. Great read/write. Peace and inspiration! Duv | Posted on 2008-03-09 00:00:00 | by Draumrkopa | [ Reply to This ] | |