I wrote this poem a few months after my mother's death...
Ever since my mother died, I’ve felt so lonely
Like I’d never be all right
There are times where I wish only
To be by her side
Holding her hands, as we walk the clouds
Smiling so widely, it hurts
To think back to the times we shared
Over again and again
Once I thought I’d never smile
Ever again, ever again
But then I look into the eyes of that photograph
And here I am, here I am
