Sunday, June 26, 2011

But the tigers come at night

It is almost 3 AM and I cannot sleep. The house is silent, and has been for hours, and I am left alone with my thoughts.

 And still I dream she'll come to me, and we can live the years together.
But there are dreams that cannot be and there are storms we cannot weather.

 


No other words need to be said.
I miss you, Mother.

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  1. ClarkmommaJune 26, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    good song, but could they sing it without that funky mouth thing? Next time I'll just listen instead of watching ;) You know that your mom is watching over and is pretty proud of you now. I think of her often.

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