Mother’s Day

I can tell it’s an August morning

The cool air and dew between my toes

Is telling me that summer is drawing to a close

And that I am becoming one year older

But I don’t care; I am not in the mood

This summer is not what I planned

I didn’t want to shed anymore tears

But my heart has failed to stop breaking

For the pain of losing her is increasing

And if I wish for anything

It’s to go back in time to that Mother’s Day

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