warm washcloths and a puddle of tears

when i was a little girl, my mom used to bring warm washcloths to my bed to wash my face.

she was the one who i could call at any hour of any day.. . with happy news, or sad. 
the person who reassured me that no matter what everything would be ok. 
that she loved me more than i could imagine. 
that she was behind me in everything and never ever would leave.
it's beyond sad how things have ended. 

sitting here in a puddle of my sad tears, i have to remind myself of her words and her love
she is no longer here,
but those will remain with me. forever. 

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