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A poem for a friend who had lost his mom when he was still very young. He told me many years ago how much he misses her. At that time, I wrote for him the following poem.

Never forgotten, always loved.

I still remember her smell, and I still feel her embrace.
She always forgave me all my mistakes in every case.
I see the love in her eyes and hear the sound of her voice.
I do so much love her; there is no one other choice.

They look like an angel, her voice, and her face.
Everywhere in the house, I still notice her trace,
Her hands caressed so softly my cheeks and my hair.
I still smell her fragrance and her loving care.

She made me laugh, took my pain, and she dried my tears.
She held me in her arms and took away all my fears.
And sometimes, when I woke up by a bad dream,
she hurried to me so I did not have had to scream.

Uncountable the songs, which she has sung on my bed.
She told me tales; on her chest, there was laying my head.
I still feel her kisses, feel her warmth, see her smile.
To see her just once more I would walk thousands of mile.

I am sorry for the tears which she about me had wept.
She had never lost hope, and the love, she had kept.
She believed in me, and she never was losing the trust.
She was always so loving, and loyal, and never unjust.

I think you will not ask me, whom I'm talking about,
There is nothing to say, there is none single doubt.
I think you exactly know about whom I have spoken.
With the early death of my mom, my heart, it has broken.