...last night.
The memories of my childhood.
The alarms it brought up
are simply non dismissable
Pictures of my childhood years
Flashed right before my eyes.
And there she was
The most beautiful creature I've ever seen
My rock, the pillar of my strength,
The woman I adore, my mother, my only father.
She had in her hand the meal of the day
My favorite, cooked to perfection,
My buds melted with the aroma
And yes she dished just the way I always liked it
Just a little bit more than what my brothers had.
These memories, I can not dismiss.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
...last night.
The memories of my childhood.
The alarms it brought up
are simply non dismissable
Pictures of my childhood years
Flashed right before my eyes.
And there she was
The most beautiful creature I've ever seen
My rock, the pillar of my strength,
The woman I adore, my mother, my only father.
She had in her hand the meal of the day
My favorite, cooked to perfection,
My buds melted with the aroma
And yes she dished just the way I always liked it
Just a little bit more than what my brothers had.
These memories, I can not dismiss.
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