Mom Is Gone

If I were ten years old

I would run to my secret hideout

And just wait…

 

Wait until I stopped wanting to cry

Wait until my heart didn’t feel trampled inside

Wait until  a new day started

Because you said sunlight is always kinder

Wait until my head didn’t spin

Wait for another chance to read your notes

Wait for a new game of Parcheesi to start

Wait for the chocolate to melt on our tongues

But mostly I would wait forever

Just to hear you call my name

One more time…

 

It has been 6 1/2 years since my mom died in her sleep… I still miss her today like it was yesterday and ache for her friendship.