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she will never be forgotten,
never,
she will always be remembered,
always,
her nagging,
her sweet tooth,
the way she treated me as a daughter,
the way she died ,
the way she lived,
her love for her family,
her love for her son and husband
her heart ,
and soul,
her love,
my memory's,
of her ,
i'm 15 in 3 months,
she left me a long time ago,
i miss her every day,
evon now,
i couldn't go to the funeral ,
my mum said i was to little ,
when she died,
all that time ago,
i go to her grave every week with flowers,
i bike 4miles there and 4 miles back,
there selling her house soon,
£250,000,
alot right ?,
not to me,
i would buy it if i was old enough,
all those memory's ,
all that love,
sold for money,
all my family ever wants,
money ,
death doesn't kill us,
love doesnt either,
but the true evil in this world is greed and it eats us all ,
to a woman who lives on evon in death,
a woman i still think of as a mum,
a woman who left me in a world full of greed,
an angel in life ,
and a memory in my heart in death,
i miss you,
this poem comes from the soul and no where else but my heart
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