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This Is Not GoodbyeInside the small pine box I watched you, while you slept, forever with the Angels now I whispered, "I love you," as I wept. I told you, "This is not goodbye" couldn't bring myself to say it, I could feel eyes staring at me and it nearly made me sick. I'm going to miss you deeply from this Earth, you did part, this is not goodbye, Mom no matter how many tears are shed from my heart. Copyright Cynthia Jones June.11/2008 My Mom passed away on May.31/2008. :'o( Less than a year between her and my Dad. He passed on June.17/2007 (Father's Day). Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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