Not a day pass I miss you less.

mum

Wish I could roll back in your arms
Lay hours to listen those stories
Few laughs with drop of tears
Old complains and new promises

Wear your green satin dress again
Avoid ringing phones today
Brush your hair, sharp your nails
Giggle together as best friends

You cook for me my favourite dish
I praise your taste all over again
Still we have our differences alive
We argue upon on silly topics.

But not a day pass I miss you less!

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