Sorrowfully looking past life, hurting,
sadness deepening within.
Soul crying out, wanting to talk to my
Mom.
Tears falling silently as I watch
her face in images preserved from
yesterday's spent in her company.
Heavy heart filled with remorse,
tenderly picking blossoms from a garden
of memories.
Holding their essence close to my being
as I am washed away in grief's grasp,
out to sea.
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