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You are sweet
you are caring
your hands are soft
when you bathe me
dad loves you very much
you are my mother
I love sports
I broke my ankle
I want you to read to me
I do not like
when you argue with dad
you are my mother
I have two daughters
I have four grandaughters
I am happy
I miss you
I have always missed you
you are my mother
I did not want you to die
so young
I was only seven
I needed you
to see me grow
you are my mother
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As wrenching a poem as could match a young boy's broken heart. "I have always missed you" that broken heart.
this is so poignant, I hope you don't me saying it sounds like the voice of that little boy, simple and sad.
Touching..deep
Beautifully rendered. I love the repetition of "You are my mother" and the progression
from early memory of her presence
to what she missed
to what she continues to miss
to a final reflection
very sad
what you both missed
Simple and true, Wayne.
Heartfelt poem..
stuff I never told you
lovely, Wayne.
the repetition of "you are my mother" is very powerful.
~Angie
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