I just want my Mom. It has been eight months since she passed away.....and I still reach for the phone to call her several times a day. Then...I realize I can't call her. Death is so final.....so....separating. Yes, she lives on in my heart....but there is so much I want to tell her still.
I do believe I will see her again.....and that gives me hope. I look forward to the day when I can see my Mom, my Grandparents, my Dad......and even meet the Grandfather who died before I was born.
Still....I am here....she is not....and I just want to tell her how much I love her.
Mom.....I love you. More than you will ever know.
I love you all.....and miss you very much.
Kay Cude poetry: The Tunnel
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