Gone Before I Had the Chance to Love You

I'll never come to grips with the fact that you're gone.

I'll never get used to walking in that dilapidated diner and not hearing your laugh.

Walking in the house isn't the same without hearing you pick on me as soon as I enter the door.

You aren't here to help me when my hearts hurting.

You aren't here to make me dance with you while you sing off key.

One of the things I miss most is you smothering me with affection which, at the time I hated.

I miss your fried chicken and twice bakes.

It hurts knowing we were so close to getting things right. Our relationship was far from perfect but, you were still my mommy.

I want nothing more than to hear your laugh, feel your hug, to make you proud.

If I get the choice to sit it out or dance, I'll dance.

Pinky promise.