Inside of me sits a horrible feeling
Every moring every night I cant
erase the fact of knowing maybe
your days are slowly winding down
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This poem consoles the author and prepares to face the harsh reality which may occur anytime, here man finds himself helpless…, the inevitable will come, we do anticipate the future but still feel afraid of it…. A sensitive loving treat to a mother… **Abha**
Another beautiful writing to honor your mom. Sincerely, Connie Webb