She would always give a kiss hello…
and then a hug goodbye.
One day, when I was older,
I stopped…to ask her why.
I stopped…to ask her why.
“Because,” she said, “I never know
if this moment will be my last.
If today I get to keep on living…
or will I slip into the past.”
“So every moment I am alive,
I try to laugh
to love
to cry…
and why I’ll always kiss hello
and hug to say goodbye.”
She has been gone for many years now
but I like to think she’s smiling from her place up in the sky…
every time she sees me kiss hello…
every time she sees me hug goodbye.
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