I wrote a poem, Mom,
it’s about you.
I hurt inside, Mom.
I need you!
I cried last night, Mom.
I called for you.
As I grow older
I sometimes wonder…
Will you be here,
When my dreams come true?
I held my child, Mom,
In her I see you.
I look at the moon, Mom.
I think of you.
In the mirror, Mom,
I get a glimpse of you.
As I grow older
I sometimes wonder…
Will you be here
When my dreams come true?
The days pass, Mom.
I long for you.
My child has left, Mom.
Can I talk to you?
I’m so sad, Mom,
Why are you?
As I grow older
I sometimes wonder…
Will you be here
When my dreams come true?
Alone again, Mom,
though not by choice.
As I sit in dark, Mom,
I hear your voice.
The doorbell rings, Mom
My dream has come true..
I look over my shoulder,
And it ‘s really you!
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