The flowers will never bloom
as they once did, and tomorrow
will come without you.

I’ll call your name, knowing
you won’t answer, but I still feel you
in the spring breeze.
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I’ll be chasing after butterflies, hoping you’ll be waiting in the garden.

Writer's Statement: ​Honestly? I guess I'm trying to figure out where I am now with my mom gone. I was too young to lose her, but to the world, I'm supposed to hurry up and move along. Life, it doesn't wait for anyone. So this is my goodbye to her. Words I can't say, but I hope maybe can reach her. To you, the reader, I hope you smile today and find a reason to be happy.