• John Derossett
• Poetry
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My Pretty Mom

My pretty mom, you inspire me to write,how I love the way you smiled at us,I love your smiling face and eyes,and the dimples that appeared. No longer will we see that smiling face,except in memories gone by,I often sit around the house,with tears running from my eyes. Time wasted over the years,as we traveled and did our own thing,we talked a lot on the phone,but it never was the same. Thoughts of you invade my mind,both day and night,I sit and struggle not to cry,No matter what I do, I always lose the fight. I love the way you used to dance,it…