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I miss her.

Mostly at Christmas, or birthdays

But sometimes

In the middle of the night

I wake up crying

I wish she would hold me

Soothe my pain,

Tell me it was all a dream

But it isn't.

She's gone.

Forever.

So this is for her

So I don't forget

And so others can meet her

My memory of her at least.

She'd laugh at this

Say "silly girl", ruffle my hair

Kiss me, and we'd laugh.

I heard her laugh,

Or a memory of it

On a video camera.

It nearly made me cry.

She was beautiful

Kind, funny, smart

Then she was dead. Just dead.

But even dead, she's still my mother.

I still love her.

I miss her,

I hope she's happy.

One day I'll hear her laugh again,

And someone will miss me.

Life's a funny thing

So's death in a way.

I'm not laughing,

But she is

Somewhere, I hope.

I miss her.