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Well Lived Life

To my boy

By Amelia LakenPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Well Lived Life
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She changed

Towards the end

He noticed

How could he not

She still remembered

when it dawned on him

Where is my strong mom? With the purest sincerity

She wondered the same

Even so, she regretted nothing

Especially, everything that came before

She lived-

She really lived

She was a free spirit once

When he came along

She became a woman

No longer a self-centered girl

She fought fights most will never know

He will

He will remember

She feared the memory of what she’d become

Here

Now

At the end

Would loom

In his memory

She prayed he would remember

The talks

They talked

For hours

He asked thousands of questions

She loved answering them

Down to the greatest detail

Every last one

She prayed he would remember

The strong mom

And most importantly

The lessons she was sent to teach

She prayed

He would remember those

And that he would live

She prayed her boy would live

A life of pure

Beautiful

Simplicity

A life…

In which he would carry her memory

The good pieces

In just a tiny little corner of his

Big beautiful heart

That he would live and love

She prayed he would forgive her the mistakes and not harbor any anger or bitterness

But that he would love life and live it

With her memory tucked away in one tiny corner for safe keeping

Until they meet again

love poems

About the Creator

Amelia Laken

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