I miss you mum and I'm still breathing your air
tasting your days
turning your ways.
I miss you and I think that one day the dream of you
will become true
your fragrance is my due
your story is no more taboo
I miss you exactly as I miss my youth, my days
my sorrows and my joys.
I never loved anyone like you
You seemed wiser than I can pretend or do
On all occasions I recall your words that tame the shrew.
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