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My mother had passed away many years ago.
She was my best friend, she was what I knew as home.
Her abscence often leaves me lost and lonely.

Submitted: November 20, 2006

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Submitted: November 20, 2006




I have lost my way,

Gone astray

Home, where is Home?

Aimlessly drifting, I am truly alone.


Memories now haunt me, ridden with fear,

Plagued with pain and despair.

I feel the end is near

Life is mercifully unfair.


I dream of a life like no other.

I miss my Mother.

My blanket, my cover,

This loss makes me shudder.


I do not exist like a forgotten kiss,

Will I ever know bliss?

I am an abyss,

Maybe one day I will learn how to wish.


Home, where is Home?

Dawn M. Albin

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