The moon has my mother's face on nights when my heart is empty.
She's been gone so long I've forgotten the sound of her laughter.
I see her in my dreams and in the mornings mirror.
She haunts my heart and I hear her inside my head.
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The moon has my mother's face on nights when my heart is empty. She's been gone so long I've forgotten the sound of her laughter. I see her in my dreams and in the mornings mirror. love of the mother , the moon, her laughter, my dreams, her advice...... love this poem. tony