Dear Mom ,
Sometimes I wonder if you could still see me, when i sit alone, longing for your presence to comfort me , a lonely boy in a crowded room .
If you could hear me, in the silence of the night when I cry my heart out, desiring to hear your voice .
If you could feel me as, I hug your favourite sofa , yearning your tender and comforting touch.
Nonetheless,these are statements of if and only if .
At the moment , your presence remains a memory,
Your voice echos in my mind like a melody played at a distant , slowly
fading away .
Your touch is like happiness , I can remember how it feels ,but I can't feel it .

You may be 6 feet under the ground
Yet ,in my mind you are Alive.

Much love
your son.





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