With everyday that passes I get a bit stronger.
I still see your face in a crowd.
I still cry when certain songs play.
With everyday that passes it gets easier to see your picture
I still get sad when I hear boys laugh
I still hurt when I see a skateboarder.
With everyday that passes I hear your voice less.
I still miss you with all my heart.
I still feel you in my soul.
1 comment:
This is beautiful. I love how you put this. I remember when Mom died
that I felt much the same way. I still feel her with me. Thanks for putting it down. You do have a way with words.
Muff
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