I miss you.

Sometimes I feel like I am healing, then  a setback occurs.

I miss you mom, calling you, telling about what is going on in my life,

hearing your voice, 

hearing you laugh.

I miss you telling me what I should do, as opposed to what I want to do.

Some call it nagging, and I probably did too, once or twice; however, now i call it a mother's love.

I wish you were here still among the living,

I think at times I can't go on without my mom, then I hear your voice, or see you in my dreams at night, and I know then you are okay, and I will be okay in time.