I so miss my Mom,
she no longer is here;
she has moved on to Heaven,
to a special place reserved
just for moms like her.
I so miss her love, her warmth,
and all the other nice and lovely things
moms are made of and for; I could go on and
on and run out of space and time.
I made you cards about these,
and I'm sure they're with stuff you left
behind; your crude, ugly treasures from me.
You so loved movies! And I was your
movie partner from the time I could
walk and talk, probably. But I do have
the same craving sometimes.
If I had known that was the last time
we could've gone to a movie together,
then I would've said Yes! without batting
an eye. But I was busy, I said, and there
would be another, more opportune time.
There never was.
And like all other regrets I simply can't let go,
I have to live with this one for the rest of
my life.
I suppose I'll make it up to you, Mom,
if I'm lucky enough to end up in Heaven, too.
