Mama
She is a book,
a skipped chapter in my life.
Only flashbacks seem not to let go…..
Of the scenes, when I was young
Moments when she stood there by my side.
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The laughter she gave,
when I made her smile.
The empty days lingered, when she travelled.
Distance slowly tore us apart, as sad songs filled my ears.
Until the day we united.
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The tears rolled down my cheeks because of the chapters I skipped,
continued without me being aware.
As she stared widely at me, I hid afraid to look at her .
In case she saw my sad tears,
tears of happiness actually.
I finally get to continue from the chapter I left off!