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Mother Dear
Three years have passed
Almost maybe shy a few months But everyday passing Your memory fades From my minds eye The guilt eats me alive I think I should keep you alive Forever more in thought If not in body Others tell me this is normal Natural even This is part of the process of grief To not hold onto What has already moved on To the other realm Give me a sign Mother dear Is it time to let go Of your memory Or am I to keep you Forever close to my heart With a faded image in mind
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