Mother’s Day Blues
(My birth mom)
Like a gem, you were one of a kind
In my heart at least, and in my mind.
I never got to tell you things
Or even show you I could sing.
I wanted to know what was in you heart
I always did from the very start.
You were so significant to me
You were so significant to see.
Yes, in a way I am bitter and sad
But it is the way it is and that does not make me glad.
I wonder what your fears were and your dreams
I often think of very trivial things.
Like, you never got to see my inner heart
But that was always kind of hid, since we were apart.
If you had a favorite food, I would not know
See these are those trivial things I really can’t let go.
See these are those trivial things I really can’t let go.
Those things that you did, the things you knew.
The wishes you had,
Even the little things that made you mad.
I took for granted there would be time
There would be a chance for our hearts, yours and mine.
As I do every Mother’s Day and every day
I want to be able to have a chance to say,
I miss you, I really do, not in the way others thought of you
The way a child does when a piece of them is missing
When there is the one thing they grew up wanting and wishing.
The family says I look so much like you
I really think that is what I will always use to help when I am blue.
I wonder if the days had been longer and the time had not come so soon
Would I had finally got to know and love the real you?
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