Mother
I remember it like yesterday, the day we said goodbye. We were laughing at the table, preparing for the wedding. You were happy, your face was lit up like a ball of sunshine. You were unaware that your death was near, you were just like you were always.
I remember your biting sarcasm, your words of understanding, your words of discipline, love, and caring. I remember the jokes we had between us that noone else understood.
Most of all, I remember the days of childhood, that you wanted to keep in your pocket and hold forever as I reached my adolescence. You were so patience, something I never managed to grasp ahold of.
I remember the days when we fought, mostly because you were right and I refused to admit it. We butted heads, but at the end, I knew you loved me still. I realize now that you just were protecting me, but I couldn't tell you that. That would make you right, and my stubbornness refused to wain.
Most of all, I remember everyday that I was loved. I was wanted, I was needed, as were you. I hope you are watching me, protecting me, doing what you always did. I miss you, and I know someday we will again be together in death--mother and daughter.
Submitted: January 09, 2007
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