Squandering time just to be alone with my thoughts, wanting to find a corner to cry in, remembering my parents in quiet solitude out of respect for their memories.
Wanting to go and be with them on a daily basis, I forlornly think of all the good times we had.
Doves of peace fly over my mind, kissing me with their love as I sit and cry alone.
Sorrow surrounds me and I bow my head in silent prayers for their souls in heaven.
Asking them to please remember me also, in heavenly songs of angel's love.
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