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How much have I grown?
And how long has it been? Since you passed on, And, alone, you left me here. I close my eyes, I cry at night. When a shred of magic brings you To my mind… I see you sitting in the chair, Knitting sweaters for a while, Although for me, you’ve never been there. I miss your kiss, I miss your smile. I miss that angry voice of yours, You’re no longer here, with me, today, I miss all those things you used to say… The pain is tearing me inside. I know I did you wrong, sweet mom, The only thing I can feel is remorse A voice is whispering in the dark, I can hear my mother’s voice… “Please stop crying, my dear child!†“I love you and I’ll always do… “ The voice is gone, “I miss you mom! “ I wipe my tears once more, for you …
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