*This poem is dedicated to my Mother, (where ever she is at)*
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I try to think of what you look like, I remembered once when I was
young... but the thoughts of you are disappearing. The face I could see so perfectly well, is now a shattered picture, that's hard to tell.
Was your complexion a sand color? or is that another thought I had once more? The color of your eyes a hazel brown? or was that the color of my sisters out of town?
As I get older I think of you less, to try to remember you is like a test. I do not know if you love me or not, but I feel like its you I have forgot.
