Looking at your pictures over and over again;
I remember your bright expressions while taking them;
It still hurts.
Flashbacks of your voice ringing into my head your advices with lots of love;
It still hurts.
Going through your unkept things reminds me of how hard you worked everyday to put them in place;
It still hurts.
Going out with my friends and coming back home downcasted;
I remember how you used to make me feel better when you were around;
It still hurts.
Seeing how much of a struggle i'm passing through now makes me remember how much effort you used to put just to shoulder all my needs;
It still hurts.
It still hurts that i can't see those warm smile again.
It still hurts that i no longer have you to guide my steps.
It still hurts that yous things are not well kept the way they used to be.
It hurts that i no longer have you to lighten up my mood when i'm sad.
It hurts i no longer have you to shoulder my struggles for me.
It still hurts so much you're gone.
R.I.P. MUM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem