It’s getting to that time of year;
Where life dulls,
Hearts tighten,
And days just mull through.
Because when the air becomes frigid
And life passes in slow motion;
Dread piles,
Like the dead leaves on the ground.
And when I feel that familiar unnerving tug
Like a leaf that tries to hold on,
As the chill of autumn approaches;
I know that
We’re closing in on another year
Without you,
Mom.
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC
It’s getting to that time of year;
Where life dulls,
Hearts tighten,
And days just mull through.
Because when the air becomes frigid
And life passes in slow motion;
Dread piles,
Like the dead leaves on the ground.
And when I feel that familiar unnerving tug
Like a leaf that tries to hold on,
As the chill of autumn approaches;
I know that
We’re closing in on another year
Without you,
Mom.
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