Mum
Where angels fear to tread,
The thought of you becoming a memory is inconceivable to me.
Where promises and regrets hold me from the present it seems.
Where moving forward, feels like I am leaving you behind
Where my choices are taken away and I feel deprived of our goodbyes
We are told that grief is the price we all must pay for love.
Only now do I understand
Why angels stay above.
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