Every marked date that comes around,
gives me more reason to frown and
make no sound.
Every year that passes by, gives me more
reason to hide away and cry.
For alone I shall now be, no Mother
to hold or comfort me.
To share happiness and special memories.
To be held and loved like things
used to be.
C.Holder 13.03.21
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 3:39 PM UTC
Every marked date that comes around,
gives me more reason to frown and
make no sound.
Every year that passes by, gives me more
reason to hide away and cry.
For alone I shall now be, no Mother
to hold or comfort me.
To share happiness and special memories.
To be held and loved like things
used to be.
C.Holder 13.03.21
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