If i had a minute
I'd hug you close
breathe in your scent
and never let you go
if i had an hour
i'd give it to dad
because three children
bills
and life itself
is too much stress to place
on one mans shoulders
if i had a day
it would go to to the siblings
who adored every aspect of your
snarky, compassionate, motherly love
and who only had the chance to know you
for 8 years too few
but I don't have a minute
an hour
or a day
because 7 years
was so long ago
and that grim december day
still runs through my mind
like a broken record
"She's Gone"
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
If i had a minute
I'd hug you close
breathe in your scent
and never let you go
if i had an hour
i'd give it to dad
because three children
bills
and life itself
is too much stress to place
on one mans shoulders
if i had a day
it would go to to the siblings
who adored every aspect of your
snarky, compassionate, motherly love
and who only had the chance to know you
for 8 years too few
but I don't have a minute
an hour
or a day
because 7 years
was so long ago
and that grim december day
still runs through my mind
like a broken record
"She's Gone"
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