I remember clearly:weeping alone in my houseaching eyes staringout that giant windowwanting to find it ugly,instead it was golden green and heartbreakingly beautifulperverse and alive.miss you mom. there's so much you should see.
What beautiful words. And I love the hairs, like a drawing.
your words and image filled me with such emotion.xo
This is a lovely poem. Sometimes grief bring out beautiful poetry.
thank you for your sweet words.
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