Twelve

by Debbi   Mar 25, 2012


Twelve is the number of years you were min.

Wonderful is what every moment with you was.

Enlighted is what I became because of you.

Love is what I felt every single day.

Very blessed is how each minute was.

Empty is how all my days are without you...

(Written by my mom for me when I left home...)

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  • 12 years ago

    by Xionide

    This is how I feel being so far away from my mum, especially since she's ill now. this is a beautiful poem with so much love inside. thanks for sharing.