My Mum – A year gone by

Fireworks comes but once a yearExcited children full of cheerLooking forward to noise and bright, bright colourA time of year unlike no other For me this year the time has changedMemories and thoughts rearrangedWhen rockets sore and squeal up highMy sadness deepens and heart does cry A year ago I kissed her cheekFull of beauty …

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