Dear Mom I Miss You So Much

Dear Mom,

The day you died I kissed your face many times

After you died I held you close to me

I knew it would be the last time I held you for the rest of my life

You were so sick, in so much pain

That is no life.

I know you were afraid to die

I hope you have found comfort

Do you remember how I held your hand and lay my head on your shoulder

Even at that moment I couldn't imagine life without you

People talk about broken hearts in songs or movies.

Until that moment I had never known a true broken heart

Over and over I thought "How Can I Live Without You?"

I watched you live, I watch you die

Every day I look up at the Sky

I know you're waiting for me.

I Miss You Mom I Miss You Mom I Miss You Mom

I Miss You Mom I Miss You Mom I Miss You Mom

Mom I Miss Your Sweet Memories

The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days of my childhood. They are not profound, but they have stayed with me through life, and when I am very old, they will still be near.

Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see her shadow on the wall, cast there by the lamp-light. It was a big and solid shadow, and it looked so much like my mother that I became frightened. 

For I could not be sure whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world.