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MomYou always brought a smile whenever you walked into a room, I could always tell you were coming by the sweet smell of your perfume. I miss that smell, Mom my days are so full of tears, I think of you every day and will throughout the years. How am supposed to go on without you in my life? I can't stop thinking of you I battle with every day strife. I wish you were here to stop these tears from flowing, you will always be in my heart no matter what I do, or where I am going. Copyright Cynthia Jones June.22/2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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