By Donna Doyle

Dear Mom,

It's Mother's Day and you're not here
I know the reason, but it's still unclear
Why does God take the ones who are good?
The ones who would give as much as they could.
The only comfort now is that you're resting above
Looking down upon us with all of your love.
But sometimes I feel I am in a nighmare
Living my life without a mother to share.
To share my days; wedding plans to crazy shoes
Even to talk about the latest soap opera news.
I know we were never the "best" of friends
But the mother/daughter bond will never end
It's so hard to believe that you had to part
I miss you, Mom, with all my heart.

Love, Donna

copyright 2004 On the Wings of Poetry