Mommy
Your voice is etched within my drums,
telling me that everything is going to be okay.
I believe what you say,
but do not accept it.
I’m not ready for the future,
my mind tangles around the fact of your demise.
Sooner than later you will be on the other side,
speaking of your love, your life, your children.
And I will be here listening… loving… living.
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