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Dear Mom,


I do not miss you 

because you are everywhere. 

 

When I ace a test, 

I thank you for giving me half of my brain.

 

When I say "close the lights,"

I like sounding like an idiot because of you.  

 

When I talk about you, 

I know you are still alive in my memories.  

 

And as I grow older,

I know you will be there every step of the way.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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