This poem is untitled and was written sometime in the early 2000s. Now, it makes me think of my mother.
It’s difficult not to be sad,
When I think of you.
These times should be joyous,
But I can only think of the loss.
You’re with the angels now
A warm breeze in your flowing hair,
But I cannot share your happiness,
Selfishness causes my eyes to tear
Time became our combatant.
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Dimplesandgrins.com is on a joy seeking mission. It is a place of celebration and inspiration. At the same time, I am not afraid to explore the darker, sadder parts of life because life consists of both joyful and sorrowful moments (plus, a lot of other emotions).
Karen Brown is a writer, blogger, poet and editor. She wrote her first short story in second grade and her first poem in fourth grade. She enjoys classic movies, most kinds of music, television shows about real life crimes, photography and cooking. She is a mother to cats and an accidental magnet to any cat that wanders through her neighborhood.
Karen Brown published her first book of poetry in March of 2021. It contains poetry written this year and is available as an e-book or paperback on Amazon. She published her second poetry book in August 2021.
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Dimples and Grins 
This makes me think of Mommy, too. 🥺
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