Mommy, I will remember you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sense of life is to come and go. Visualize, if I was given one moment to exist, simply a tiny amount of a single cut of my past. Even in my eyes, there is a wave of an ocean And also are tears of hope. Glooms persist, and symbols of emotion remain. But still, I hope to hold that moment close until the end of time, and that moment would happen eternally last. I'd put the moment in a safe, inside my heart's habitat. I could open it when I needed it, also, I would know the…