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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I am a huge Pretty Little Liars fan. I occasionally (or often) come across as a manic fan of the show due to a need to analyze every episode, character and spoiler. My blog's name (prettylittlemania.com) is inspired by an episode entitled "Mona-Mania" from the third season.
I also recently launched my second blog, dimplesandgrins.com, which is a joy seeking mission.
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This makes me think of Mommy, too. 🥺
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