Mother, you don’t know what I would do just to have another day with you...a day to make things better all the way through.
Another day to make you smile instead of making you sad,
a day to walk next to you
and me holding your hand.
But it’s too late, now you are gone
and I’m still here looking for you
wishing that you will call my name
and ask me “son, how was your day?"
Now that you are not here
is when I need you the most
to tell you how much I love you
and ask God to bless your soul.
L.L
About the Creator
Luz Lopez
I was born in P.R in 1964. At age 16 my mother sent me to live with my aunt in the beautiful state of CT.
Between the ups and downs during my life, I found words to describe my feelings. I
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