I wonder

I wonder if you'd be proud of the woman I've grown to be, 

I'm no longer the little girl you raised, 

I wonder if you watch down on me from heaven smiling, 

I wonder what life would be like if you were still here. 

I wonder what you'd be telling me about how much I love him. 

Would you be on board with this relationship? 

Would you be happy that he makes me happier then I've ever been?

Would you sit him down and tell him he better not hurt your baby girl. 

I wonder where the past six years have gone. 

Since you died everything seems like a blur. 

Reviews

[Pete]

wow. great write. we all wonder such things. touching. a part of those we love who have passed on live inside of us forever. that is the beauty of the soul. i'm sure they would want you to know that they love you and want you to be happy ... :)