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Mar 2021
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
Personal Poem
Written by
Crystal  26/F/Bury St. Edmunds, Suffolk
(26/F/Bury St. Edmunds, Suffolk)   
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