Missing Mom
I closed my eyes real tight
And this is what I saw
I saw her planting pansies
She was working in the yard
I saw her smile and hug me
When I got home from school
I saw her in the kitchen
Cooking all my favorite food
I saw her sing her silly songs
The ones that she taught me
I saw her eyes look very proud
And looking straight at me
I saw her at my bedside
As I lay down to sleep
I saw her read her bible
And teach me how to pray
I saw her rock my babies
And bounce them on one knee
I hope that I can be the Mom
That she once was to me
We talked and we told stories
Of the good times that we had
I saw her having so much fun
Laughing out so loud
It felt so real, I hoped it was
Don't let this good time end
When I opened up my eyes
I thought that she'd be gone
But she's still here, I feel her
She lives within my heart.
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