Praying every day
That you’ll come back,
Though mainly that
You’re safe.
The way things were left
Was not what we wanted.
Hope you know that.
I wish we could fix
All of the brokenness
But that’s not the
Way of life.
We’re all struggling
In different degrees
But for some very much so.
You have a place
With us always.
It’s not perfect
But it’s here.
We struggle with each other
Because we care.
That’s what you do
With people you love.
Mom
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