Mom, I miss you.
I wish you were still here, in my day to day.
I no longer jump to call you but I now know an ache when I think of your voice, what you would say.
Mom, I love you.
I was too busy to talk with you often.
Not a Mother’s Day goes by that I don’t cry for you, your birthdays, the day you passed.
Mom, I’m sorry.
There are things I regret, that I would change if I could.
I know I broke your heart and let you down and I can’t take any of that back. I wish I could.
Goodbye, Mom.
I had to let you go and it left me empty and adrift.
I really needed you, it turns out, at that point in my life, and you were gone.
I had to do this on my own, always looking over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of approval.
Now I’m her Mom.
I love her in a way that I never knew was possible.
I understand now how much you loved me, what you gave up for me, that I would always be your little girl.
Thanks, Mom.
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