I sit proudly on the stand next to her bed
I represent a time where anxiety lies dead
In the morning, she wakes up worried
Her heart pounds
as she forms a frown
I always have the same bright smile
I wonder when that went out of style
It hasn't been long since we last saw one another
But I know she is far away from me
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Mother it seems. Longing in a sense for past times. But a mother's love never dies. Nicely done
A feeling of longing for past times, when possibly a relationship was closer than it is now, nicely expressed and written
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