Mother's Day

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That day approaches

I hate it so much

It's like you once more die

Everywhere I look smiles appear

Flowers fill the room

The day you died can't compare

Tea pots line the walls

When you got sick

Tea became the comfort

I see the pots now

They hold such light

I wish I could smash them

Smash them to pieces

How you still stop me

I'll never know

I can't stand the day

It hurts too much

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