To the end by Ann Wood
To the endNo matter how many years pass,
my heart will still hurt for you,
I will still sigh at you,
I will still look at the sky!
No matter how many years pass,
all over you, son I will be sick,
I will still make you a tear,
I will still love you!
No matter how many years pass,
I will still send love to butterflies,
tender kisses in the wind
and I will pray that God will protect your soul!
No matter how many years pass,
I will always wait, son, to come,
I will always want to have mercy on you
and with tender love to hug you!
No matter how many years pass,
without you son, I am nothing,
it remains for me to still love you,
to forgive and kneel before your memory!
No matter how many years pass ...
Ah, how I miss you, son, only I know!
But ... if I carry you in my heart forever,
you are an alive son, you will be alive to the end!
mom
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-07-30 at 14:25
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