Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Don't Forget Me.
She is going.
She said
"Sorry Little one, Mummy is giving up on life."
She Hugged me and cried all I ever knew was.
Leaving me. Possibly forgetting me.
"Don't forget me..." I whispered as she walked away.
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