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Tick, tock
Sounds all clock
Dawn to dusk
You never get stuck
Except you choose to stop
A great deal that can't be stopped.
Here and there
We mourn your loss
Cries of pain
All night long
A touch of you
We crave for
A call of you
Is to see you
But you just wouldn't come.
Up in the sky
I imagine you
The stars coming together
Just to form your face
Looking down on us
With more than smiles.
He only fashioned you from clay
And he only brought you down to dust
So much this hurt to say
That your clock stopped so soon.
This poem is dedicated to my late aunt, my god mother, my hero for her undying love.
ADIEU BIG MUMMY!!!
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