Mamaa!

Andrea Miller

Your truth Heather

On this 'ere day of our mother's passing

How many times while sick did you cry out for her in pain?
Mamaaaa!

How many times did you wish for a cup of her soup?

Or simply, just to have her care for you.

My truth - I miss her when I'm sad;

I miss her in my pain.

And somehow at my lowest,

Relief comes, if only for a moment

When I see her loving face.

Mamaaa!