Oh mother I miss you so.
I miss those summer days when I used to go and pick wildflowers for my mother. She would take them and put them in a vase on the kitchen table. She always give me a couple of cookies are piece of candy she was so full of love from God above. I hated to see her fade away like a flower. But the cancer was just too much so she died. I stopped picking Wildflowers after the last ones I placed on her grave.
Oh mother
I miss you so.
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