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In Memory of My Mom by Kirsten


My Life With My Mom
By: Kirsten Tompkins

My mom always was nice to me. She was pretty. She was
smart. She taught me how to do most of the things I know
how to do. She had brown hair. She would always be so
nice but depressed because of the drugs. I LOVE MY MOM!!!

I am a girl who misses her mom.
I wonder where she is now.
I hear her voice in my dreams.
I see her in my dreams.
I want to see her again.
I am a girl who misses her mom.

I pretend I see her.
I feel her in my dreams.
I touch her in my dreams.
I cry to remember.
I am a girl who misses her mom.

I understand she is gone.
I say I miss her.
I dream about her.
I try to remember her.
I hope to see her again.
I am a girl who misses her mom.





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