Old photographs are all that's left of you
The Autumn leaves have fallen
All around upon the ground
Scattered like my memories
And here I am once again on Mother's day
Standing at your tomb
I brought your favorites
Yellow roses wet with dew
This is my time with you
I miss you mom...
Times are hard
I am in pain
When will it all be okay?
When will the sorrow go away?
The miss you days
will always stay, won't they?
but I swear sometimes I hear you whisper
when I shed a tear
that's when I know that you are here
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