I'll always be your baby, that's what you used to say
Even turning thirty when you hugged me that last day,
You held me in your arms as the child that I feel
That's what makes this so absurd, and so heartbreakingly unreal,
Because...I still need my mommy, I miss your face and touch
And I cant stand the thought of not having you this much,
Remember how you'd stroke my face until I fell asleep?
Remember how you rocked me slow and told me not to weep?
Remember how we'd catch the leaves, and wish upon each one?
We'd stay up late, watch movies and debate; until we'd see the sun.
But I don't remember thinking that I'd lose you just this fast
And I pray I could turn back the clock and go into the past,
And tell you to your face what I hope you already knew
How proud I am to be your daughter;
And you'll live on in me by what I am and do.
I love you Momma
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