Mom,
I miss you
I miss our mornings in the gardens with coffee
I miss your laugher
I miss our relaxing afternoons strolling through the market
I miss buying you the first gift on all my travels
I miss our late night chats over a few glasses of wine
I miss the weekends in the kitchen where we spent it dancing
I miss your loving embrace
Most of all, I miss all your calls.
You were my favourite person to talk to about life.
A couple of times a week were never enough.
My heart is aching
My hands are shaking
Never realised how good it was until the moment you were gone.
All fell silent, and I was left broken.
–Leo Ferreira
Thursday 14th May 2020 20:25
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