Sara Augusto Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

Why don't I speak often about you mom
Am I ashamed of what I did
Or maybe am just afraid to say I miss you

Whichever way you took
Is a treasure that I wish leads me to you
If I had a solid choice as to where to be or stay
I would definetely run back to the times when it was just me and you

I speak less of you not because I forgot about you
You are the blessing bestowed as a remembrance
A thought so pure and infinite at all times

I wish I had more time to spend with you
Nobody shall ever come close to the feeling
You feed with the beautifull memories you left