Slightly altered from my last post of this prose I wrote for her.
Sometimes I want to get into bed with my mommy
To run to her for refuge
To tell her my dreams
To talk to her about my anxieties
To get her spin on things
To be safe and warm
Away from the maddening clouds
Of doubts
To see her smile
Hear her laughter
Brush her hair
To look into her face
Her eyes
And know that I’m truly loved
To see myself looking back at me
Sometimes I Just want to Get into bed With my mommy
and remember what it's like to be a child again
and hear the stories she used to tell
her smiling face a reflection of what love is
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Happy Birthday mom, I miss you more than words can say.