Seven.

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I love you mom :)

Submitted: December 22, 2011

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He was a young boy of only seven

When his mother had left him-

Gone to heaven-

He didn’t know what to do.

 

He was sweet little boy,

Chubby cheeks, curly hair-

A heart full of joy-

And he didn’t know what to do.

 

Christmas was a snowy, sugary day,

Love gifts wrapped with happiness

And tinsel paper-

But it’s now dreary and miserable.

No Joy.

 

Birthdays celebrate the love of one’s

Birth; their presence on Earth

And everything they gave-

She just hit 40.

But no one’s here.

 

Pity this small boy-

Ignorant child-

A mere seven years-

A missing mother.

 

He cries now.

He cries for the times they had.

He wishes now.

He wishes for the times they would have had.

 

The love of a mother…I miss it.


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