Missing you!

You mean a lot to me
And I know its now too late to see
But I still wish these words I did utter
Instead of always “nothing” mutter
As to me you are lost
Even though I still want you back!
(No matter what the cost:
As in Love I’ll make up for the money I lack.)
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My Mother was not All-seeing

 I lost my mother in 1976 when I was not yet six. She was an accountant at a supermarket along one of the main roads in Pietermaritzburg. We...