Paula


My mother
My friend
My everything

I wanted to tell you that,
Your red hair,
Lights up even my darkest hours.

We were not blood,
But you were my mother.
Now you're gone
And my world is less bright.

From dawn to dusk
I cry for you.

I miss my mother
I miss my friend
I miss my everything

My mother
My friend
My Paula.

"Good dreams, sweet dreams,"
I love you, Mama.

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This is dedicated to Paula for being an amazing mother and to Anne Staum for making this possible.