Her love is a warm and unconditional gift, I cherish her heart, knowing it’ll never shift. She kisses me goodnight and tells me goodbye, Her voice is my favorite lullaby. My heart ached when I had to leave, But I yearn for the phone calls that I will receive. Gone for college, where I feel alone, I know my mom will always pick up the phone. Eighteen years later, and I was gone, Her little girl was moving along. I’m gone in spirit, but I’m present in heart, Nothing could ever tear her and I apart. She’s my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye, And both leave me in an inevitable cry. I love her dearly, her heart and such, I will always adore my mother’s touch.