Today my late mother would have celebrated her birthday. I wrote a little something in her memory:
I still remember the last day I saw
A vision so vivid it was feels like yesterday
If only I knew that it would be the last time I see you
What would I have done differently?
What would I have said?
Time gone by but the memories still fresh
How I wish God would have granted us just a little bit more time together
So far away yet so near in my heart
The place where you still live and reside
Didn't they tell me time heals all wounds
They lied. They lie. They don't know what they speak off
Time doesn't heal
Only makes it bearable to live without you
But the void ever large in my life
Nothing has even began to fill the space you left
So many questions and no one to pose them to
Are you proud of the woman I have become?
Are you proud of the mother that I am to your grandchild?
Are you proud of the way I have lived my life?
I will never know
The answers I will never find
But through the pain I wake up everyday
And hope to be half the woman you were
I continue to celebrate you
Because I am only because you were
You live on
In our spirits and the bonds we continue to share
You died but through us you live eternally
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