I miss you, Mom.

I always missed you.

You wouldn’t even let me call you ‘Mom;’

You said, Call me Mother. 

      Never call me Mom or Momma.  I am your mother.

I waited for you to tell me girl secrets,

But you said, not right now.

I tried to take you to share my fun,

But you said the stress might kill you.

I tried so hard to be everything that mattered

But when I came near, you whispered to your friend,

Then, finger in front of your lips, 

     You said, Oh, there she is.

I miss you, Mom,

Not because the spot you once filled is empty now,

But because you never filled that spot in my heart

That is shaped like ‘Mom.’

I miss you, Mom,

But that’s okay.

Just tell me once, just once,

That you are glad I’m your kid.

That’s all.

I really miss you, Mom.

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