Momma's Gone

To my mom, I miss you.

Gone in the wind 

a whisper in the dark,

a picture on my wall

a tear from my heart.

The words she wrote

linger in ink,

clinging to my heart

and making me think.

I miss her hug

I miss her voice,

I miss her love

I hate God's choice.

She was my mother

my life's companion,

I miss her now

and the relationship that had been.

Day in and day out

I sit and I cry,

wondering this

oh why God why?

Gone in the wind 

a whisper in the dark,

a picture on my wall

a tear from my heart.

I miss my mom.

Reviews

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Great Write :]