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