A Message To My Mom
I caught myself dialing your number today.
I just wanted to say hello.
It’s been a while since I’ve heard your voice.
I miss our little chats about nothing in particular.
They seemed so unnecessary, and sometimes even a bother when my days were hectic.
I wish I hadn’t taken them for granted now, wish I had not been annoyed by those interruptions.
I got on Facebook this morning, like I do every day.
It told me that I haven’t been in touch with you for a while; that I should send you a message.
How I wish I could!
I miss our little IM chats in the afternoons, when we talked about silly things.
The kind of flowers you bought to put in your flower beds, the crazy weather.
What you were planning to cook for dinner which, was always something yummy sounding.
The various projects you were busy with, you were never still for long.
I pulled your picture up on my computer and sat – looking at your image, remembering the many things we’ve done together, places we’ve gone throughout the years.
I realized that those times are gone now – gone forever, but the memories still linger.
I sat alone, looking at your picture, wishing I could call, or IM, or send you a message – because I just want to tell you – I miss you mom.
To Billie, my surrogate mother, my friend, and a beautiful person.
I miss you very much,
but I know Heaven is blessed to have you there.
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