By M . Valle

Gosh, Mom, I miss you.
I wish you were here.
My daughter?s birthday?s coming
And you?re nowhere near.

She?ll never get to meet you,
Or see your pretty face,
What am I going to tell her,
That you're somewhere in space?

Or can I be honest,
And say they took you away,
The man who took your life,
While I was at school one day.

Gosh, I?m still angry;
it?s been fifteen years.
And, Mom, for some reason
I can't stop the tears.

Now I have two daughters;
one's named after you.
I have that void filled;
for so long I was blue.

You were my mommy
and I loved you so much
And I'm so sad that
I can't feel your touch.

I used to see you in dreams
and ask you, "who?"
But for some reason you didn?t talk.
Why? I had no clue.

Is it because you're mad at me?
I don?t understand why,
But now I have two kids
and no longer want to die!

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