Cancer, you take and you don't return.
A Mother, voice gone silent and an embrace gone cold.
Pain and tears, think I'm good but I'm on my knees again.
The scars are not upon my wrist, they are upon my heart...
A mother... A voice I miss, an embrace I long.
Cancer you've taken something I need.
A Mother.
Author notes
it's about my mom, died lil under a yr ago... when i think of it... this are the words that come to mind. the pain, it comes in great surges and small aches... but it's always there.... like an empty void i can never fill... i kno it doesn't rhyme but i hope u like it.
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I believe that mothers will always protect their kids when your at your worse she will be there to pill you through shes the angel on your shoulder the that tiny voice in your head thats saying make me proud you know i love you she will never stop being
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