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
A sad sense of anticipation, if only one could go back in time. tfs
I’m so sorry to hear. God be with you in this time of need.
My heart goes out to you, please receive my sincere condolences.
Sending love and prayers.