I Express Myself Through Writing
[center][big]Missing You on the First Day of Spring[/big][/center]
The first day of spring will never be the same. The first day of spring used to be joyous. The First Day of spring meant that the long winter was soon to be over and everything will be new. The first day of spring used to be happy. Now the first day of spring is the harshest reminder that you are gone. Now the first day of spring hurts just as it did five years ago. Now the first day of spring brings tears. The first day of spring is the reminder that you are gone, never to return. Today more than another day I miss you. Today the first day of spring means tears. Five years have gone past, the first day of spring will always mean the day you went to be in Gods garden. Miss you Mom.
The first day of spring will never be the same. The first day of spring used to be joyous. The First Day of spring meant that the long winter was soon to be over and everything will be new. The first day of spring used to be happy. Now the first day of spring is the harshest reminder that you are gone. Now the first day of spring hurts just as it did five years ago. Now the first day of spring brings tears. The first day of spring is the reminder that you are gone, never to return. Today more than another day I miss you. Today the first day of spring means tears. Five years have gone past, the first day of spring will always mean the day you went to be in Gods garden. Miss you Mom.
51-55, F
