Rewind the clock
back to the memoirs of youth,
and back to the memoirs of childhood.
See this fragile babe
wanting to live
sucking mother's breast.
Behold the day
as she managed to walk
and explored her world.
Rewind the clock
to see her bike
with her first schoolbag.
Gather the candles
being burned in the nights
in her choice of education.
See her rise up
each joyous morning
to take care of her job.
Smell the aroma
of her presence
as she smiled and laughed.
Taste the courage
of her daily struggles
as young mother and wife.
Follow her to the
dungeon of disease
and fear of the unknown.
Share the hope in her heart
as she winked at the world
Goodbye.
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Wonderful and Heartbreaking, it makes me think of those golden moments of childhood, with the memories of the family members I have lost, there are moments we want to fast forward but then there are days that are so sublime that you could just take a picture and want to relive it over and over again. As I said this is heartbreaking the closing even more so. Thank you for sharing
Hi, Kevin, I am very sorry that I happen to read your response only now. Thank you very much. Thanks for your very positive spirit! Keep on writing and interacting.