I Miss You

I miss your smile,

the funny faces you made,

the sound of your laughter.

I long to push your hair back from your forehead,

hold your hand in prayer,

& hear you say, "Love ya, Mom",

just one more time. 

So many nights,

I stood over your bed as you slept,

listening to you breathe,

lying my hand on your shoulder to feel your warmth,

and inhaling  the smell that was yours alone.

I prayed, I cried, and I begged God to heal you,

to take that damn disease from your body!

Then He did. . . .

As I gently let you go into His arms

and out of mine.

Love, Mom

3/03/14