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Mamma, I Think of You
Dear Mother,
When I see
the color orange
I think of
you.
When I pull
toast out the
toaster,
I think of
you.
When I
hear my keys
jingling,
I think of
you.
When I
think of all
the pain you
caused, I
think of you.
When I
think of the
scars,
I think of
you.
When I
think of the
positive,
I think of
you.
When I
think of the
negative.
I think of
you.
Twisted emotions
running wild, stricken
to my core.
I think of
you.
When I see
the color orange
I think of
you.
When I pull
toast out the
toaster,
I think of
you.
When I
hear my keys
jingling,
I think of
you.
When I
think of all
the pain you
caused, I
think of you.
When I
think of the
scars,
I think of
you.
When I
think of the
positive,
I think of
you.
When I
think of the
negative.
I think of
you.
Twisted emotions
running wild, stricken
to my core.
I think of
you.
Published 23rd Jun 2023
| Edited 25th Jun 2023
Author's Note
And despite the spiral of emotions you put me through Mamma, I forgive you. May your spirit be at peace.
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24th Jun 2023 00:02am
With a heavy heart, I can relate. Although my mom is still alive, she has dementia so alot of feelings are coming up. Good and bad.
Your mom is at peace. 💜
Your mom is at peace. 💜
24th Jun 2023 11:51pm
