it's been a long, long time and yet....
sometimes it seems like only yesterday....
at the strangest times i think of you
i'll see something i'd like to buy for you
a little mouse, a bunch of roses, a beaded bag...
i turn to pick up the phone
to tell you of my latest project
to get help with how to turn a seam just so
to moan about my troubles
i look at my split ends
& know how upset you'd be to see them
but i don't trust anyone else
to trim my hair
i'd like to thank you
for O so many things....
for teaching me that beauty
is on the inside
that manners are important
the grease that keeps society running
that traditions.... well
each family drawing from what they knew growing up
either liking or despising & combining from others...
they make their own
sure, you often give advice that i don't take
don't want to hear...
and yet.....
to have you there... listening
was often enough
i miss seeing your quirky smile
when you were trying not to laugh
that one tooth out of line
that you're so self conscious of...
i'd like to tell you how my children are
how their children are
& hear you say how much they look like me
i'd like to see you holding the princess
have a picture with us all
four girls of different generations
and yet so much alike
i wish i could've been there
to say goodbye
i miss you mom