mom
A field
Lost in visions
Running from things
Home was a place I ran from,
She found me
When I was escaping,
She was always there for me,
I'm forever thankful
For the one now no longer with me.
I miss her each day,
I'm trying to get through
Each day without her
But her absence is felt
Deep inside so deep I could never run
From the sorrow of missing her in my life.
Comments
Post a Comment