God's Plan

All I can do is wonder. I'll never really know. OI'll never get to hug her, and she'll never see me grow. When I wake up tommorrow, this nightmare won't be gone. I'll never have what I took for granted, a chance to know my Mom. I know I shouldn't cry, because that won't bring her back. It doesn't make up for the emptiness or the love that I lack. I'm almost grown up now. I did it all by myself. But I can't help but wish I could be like everyone else. I'm excluded from some "special bond" and memories to be shared. When all I ever asked for was to have someone who cared. The tearstains on my pillow outnumber memories. The only way I know her is to see her in my dreams. Daddy said she loved me, but God called her home. I don't know why he took her, the only Mom I'd ever known. I guess he has a hidden plan, a reason I can't see. I'm waiting for it to come together and work out okay for me. I hope I'll understand some day just what God has in mind. So no matter how much I miss my mother I'll follow God's plan and be alright.