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i wish i could have and shared my mother love and presence but i felt her comforter hang and her
in wish this story could be a story 'but sometimes i wish this poem could be a poetry portrays like architecture design ' because this experience is very expensive of my life story that cost me and my family some Mark's,tears ,shocked, sometimes i felt as you were ambushed like by hit man a death that has no evidence no cause unknown enemy ' because this way was not what to expect because our mother was absolutely a honourable,lovely,beattyfully,fashionable, they say she was like mother mature ,like marry mother of Jesus Christ in the bible 'they say she was not perfect but you could tell the way she was ' the last time i feel her love,presence,mommy divine and glory, softness;smile,beauty mind ,soul pray ,reaches was when we were 4 years old because she didn't left me alone she left us as family,twin, siblings ' she didn't run away, she didn't disappear,abortion,adopt us she pass by meaning she couldn't not make about her life ' i remember her last touch was when she comfortable us as like saying goodbye becouse that touch is still exist and feel like a perfume of da queen even to our century ' even in my thoughts,dreams, question i had this potray piece of her last...