MOTHER
When you long for someone,
Who gave you life,
It’s the worst feeling in the world.
Now, I can honestly tell you,
That at 28 years old I still long for my mother,
And her smile, her touches, and smells.
But, if I could give up 365 days,
Just to get the chance to have her smile,
Her touch and her smell,
I would.
But now at 29 years old,
I get the opportunity to have all these things,
Because the mother I long for is now my best friend.
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