It was a regular old repeated day, not knowing that one person would change everyone's destiny.
"She went to a better place" they all said; when I still seen her in my old repeated days.
It was just a dream I said to my self, but I was not sleeping, but who is to tell what a dream is, or that life isn't a dream?
I still don't feel like she's gone.
She is an angel I feel her presence everywhere I go.
I try to live a normal life, as if it was a regular, old, repeated day, as if nothing ever had happened.
Not wanting to acknowledge that my life has changed for ever...
And never will.
I WROTE THIZ POEM THINKING ABOUT MY FRIENDS MOM, NORMA MEDINA, WHO PASSED WAY LAST YEAR.SHE WAS LIKE A SECOND MOTHER TO ME. I JUST WANT HER TO KNOW THAT I'LL NEVER FORGET HER AND THAT I MISS HER.
