I Miss My Mom

I love my Mom, yes I do!
I love my Mom, how ‘bout you?
I miss the way she used to cuss out my teachers
I love the way she used to ride
I love the way she was always by my side
I miss the way we used to play
I’m missing her badly every day
When she first left, I used to cry
I hate the way she had to die
Everything in life happens for a reason
It’s a big range
The way life goes
They just want me to change
I blame me for her life
I will change me for her life
I miss my Mom, yes I do!
I miss my Mom, how ‘bout you?

1 Comments

  1. Destiny Laws on May 12, 2024 at 7:50 PM

    To the unknown author who wrote a beautiful piece. Yes, yes, I do miss my mom. More than anything in this world.

    Reply

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