#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace, One that will forever hold the most special a place
never will it ever even be attempted to replace
For the love of his mother will forever endure.
Many a wishes and many a regret with things said or only just thought
Surely my luck that as soon as I get some sense about me,
I lose my chance at recompense.
My world will never again be what it was, for it changed the day you passed.
Part of me parted with you and that is without a Doubt. A sore forever open only one to live for and hope for more