The death of my mother

by Butterflies8

This is supposed to be an entry for a book!All the important stories in my life happened in fall. I remember the first to be the death of my mother when I was just nine years old. This story is about that day. I think it was a warm day the day we said goodbye to her by her grave. But the night before was very cold. I was listening when she will be gone and planning how to live

Nights when I talk

There have been many nights like these in my life

Vague warm nights with vague hope

These are nights when I am stormy still calm

Nights when I talk to be listen

Only by whom I know best!