bereaved mother
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It happened so long ago,
the memories aren't so clear for me to see.
You were everything, everything to me.
I trust you would always be there, yet it weren't to be.
Alone in this would, my life is so incomplete.
People keep staring
I just look to the floor
Strangers start talking
a few more steps to the door.
Beep.. Beep.. Beep.
Heart racing; too much noise
Cheery smile, happy face.
