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Dear mom...


I still remember the Last positive memory There wasn't many of them I know you loved me deep down. I can hear the words that you Said before your death I can still see your pretty nails That we got done together. I can still feel your hands Entangled warmly in mine I still try to envision your smile But it is still very faint. The last promise I made to you was that I wouldn't be like you That I was going to be present For my son and be a good mom. But that doesn't change how Much I miss you I would give my life Just to hear your voice again.
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