As time goes on things are becoming less of people that have been, in my case my mom. Slowly in the drawers and find nothing, some things have been given away, another has been broken, their wooden spoons, others have had to throw away, a few others have treasured. Yet it is increasingly difficult to come across a paper letter, bills, food lists for the week. In this picture some of his things: his glasses, one of her cookbooks, a butterfly's mane, her sewing and a cast of the magazine Burda, which are not used now, but I always remember getting a paper print and copying with insecure line. His memory if it is always in my heart, someday you will remember that when I go myself. As time goes by There Are less Things Have Gone from Whom, in my case my mom. Slowly in the drawers is harder to find her belongings, Some Things Have Been Given Away, Another has-been broken, like her wooden spoons, Others Have Had to throw away, A Few Others Have Been Treasure. Yet it is increasingly difficult to find a paper with her handwriting, Their accounts, lists of food for the week. In this picture Some of her Things: her glasses, one of her cookbooks, by hand's butterfly, her sewing chest and a Burda magazine pattern, Which she did NOT USE recently, But I always remember her getting a piece of tracing paper and copying the line pattern with her insecure. She is always in my heart, These memories will someday Disappear when I go myself.
Mami Happy day wherever your soul rest. Happy day mom, Wherever your soul Rests.
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