How the script pains me
in the print of her last breaths.
The call to a Lord to save her,
and not send her to death.
I have long forgot the tears she cried,
but never did I forget mine.
Holding on to faith that got her what?
A calm in the end, a sense of place?
The list goes on and on
days in pain, or non.
I do not want to read,
but I cannot put it down.
She talks of me like I am her little warrior?
I don't remember feeling that way.
Blaming evil, or praising good?
What does it matter if it ends her book?
I miss her.
Please tell me what you think
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A mothers love for her child can never be replaced, and always we are left alone inside when they are taken from us.
A better friend we will never have.
I know exactly how you feel,left alone this world to fight little warrior.
But always your guardian angel will be there to protect you from harm.
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