A Bad Dream

A Bad Dream

A Poem by Lisa Parks

Anywhere I go, I feel you.
But you are not really here,
And you died long time ago.
Don't worry about me, I am fine.
Dreading everyday for you to be here.
Realizing I won't see you again.
Everyday, I miss you.
And I cry for you.
Mom, you mean everything to me.

© 2018 Lisa Parks


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Added on June 25, 2018
Last Updated on June 25, 2018