Imaginary Mom

One beautiful lady came to visit one cold morning....
She smelled of flowers in a spring morning....
Her name I can not remember, but her eyes....
Pretty long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes....
Time passed days grew shorter then winter came....
No more spring flowers only the winter crisp cold....
Beautiful lady said I will be leaving soon, who can I blame....
For I had gotten used to her, now I will be left alone and cold....
Her warm hugs and tender kisses I will not have anymore....
No more homemade meals, no more clean smelling clothes....
My heart ache, just the thought of not seeing her anymore....
She reminded me of my mom, the one in my imagination....
That cold morning came when she packed all her clothes....
I cried and screamed I needed an explanation....
She said my dear daughter....I am not your imaginary mom....
I finally found you....my dear daughter....Don't be sad!
Mother sounded beautiful when I said it for the first time....
I have finally a real mom....not an imaginary one...now I am glad!