All these memories - Poetry

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All these memories
Slowly touching the tendrils of my heart.

Home, room, photos,
And a picture of your smile:

Everything seemed to tell a story
How did you love me.

I remember my childhood,
When laughter always colors my days.

At that time
You are always with me.

Mother,
I miss the old days,
When peace overtook me,
When the warmth of your love makes me happy.

Now...
When far from you,
I just found out how great your steadfastness
Caring for, educating and raising me.

Mother I miss ...