The smell of strawberry lemonade
Reminds me of my mother
Her hair blowing in the wind of open windows
Looking perfectly in love with my father
As she dances with him with
To wicked game and doesn’t realize I’m out of bed
I forgot to put the plastic flowers on your grave daddy
I miss you tonight because I’m not sure where I’m going
And I fall in more in love each day
1 comment:
i love you so much
miss your writing and your sparkle because you know you always had it.
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