My pain lies deep, Along the unknown I creep. The pain is great, From when I was eight. Seeing the flowers all over again, Keeping my distantince what a sin. The chruch is now dark and stands all alone, In heaven she rests stiff as a stone. Knowing I'll never see her again, In my hearts rests my friend, As well as a friend a mother, None could take her spot no other. Sweet as candy, pretty as a rose. Lies my mother in an unmoving pose.
Reason for writing:
The death of my mother when I was eight!!!!!!!!!! I will not step foot in the chruch where the funeral was because I can see the whole funeral all over again and it sort of gets freaky!!!!!!!!!!
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