His laughter echos out of mine
for which I hear each conscious time
I start to somehow forget him.
And like a long lost tale of old
I hold my breath and accept him.
It’s there he says—my mothers eyes—
to live and love more gently.
My son it’s up to you this time
his laughter echos out of mine
and there we build new memories.
Thanks for deciding to follow me David and that gave me the chance to find, read and enjoy your words too:) Mandy
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You’re welcome! I look forward to reading too!