The October crisp air reminds me of her
As well as the leaves falling from an autumn tree,
They are crunched by my shoe, gone forever
Losing its last breath, alive it’ll never be.
She too has had her last breath, she will breathe no more.
But that does not mean she will be forgotten,
She is always in my memories, which I adore.
But she left, why does life have to be so rotten?
It’s been four years since she was taken away,
She was a good woman so full of life and so pure.
A mother who would always brighten someone’s day
But unfortunately the doctors said there was no cure
It is October when I remember her most,
It’s when her soul left the Earth and left nothing but a ghost.













