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by traceybilsbarrow Sep 20, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
A wave of a hand the slam of a door will i ever see her dont no any more a whimpering cry a tear that falls from my eye a sadness i feel, the pain it is real hours pass, time stands still i keep check by the window sill the clock strikes on the hour no knock on the door i realise then wont see her no more but im all grown up now, but still feel the pain never seen my mother again
