Title: R.I.P Mum
by Rebecca from Lincolnshire | in writing, poetry
So two years have passed,
boy they went fast!
But there isn't a day,
where I don't stop to think and pray.
I know you're in a better place,
but you haven't become a faded face.
At least you're in no pain,
God, that was lame.
I just want to say,
now that you lay,
in a better place.
We will never forget a loved face.
I¿m inspired by the people around me and how I feel at the time
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