Death Of Mom - Poem by chrisy olsen
Mom I miss you so much.
I wish you could keep in touch.
I miss it when you would say things that were dumb.
I miss you and I sitting here drinking rum.
I miss us playing guitar with one another.
I miss sharing our secrets together.
If only I could have told you good-bye,
I might not feel like I could die.
In my heart forever you will be.
In my memories I will be able to see,
us playing the guitars and singing.
Laughing, smoking, and drinking.
Its been so hard since you died.
For the past two years I have cried.
We shared so many memories together.
I know that your spirit will live on forever.
I hope I will be as good as a mom as you.
I hope I don't let my children feel so down and blue.
Brett is seven and thomas is three.
I will raise my boys the best that they can be.
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