how vanity blinds reality and as my mother passed I only thought of me....
Six months A chance to say goodbye passes, as I look in the mirror and admire me. Signs that the end is near, concealed by who you think I'll always be. a kiss on the cheek, one last dinner, anything to hear you speak. Six month seems plenty of time to say goodbye. I must have not been a good son,... Sign in to see full entry.