I Miss You, Dear Mother

staring into space in shades of grey waiting for the emotional confirmation vulnerable, i allow regret to lacerate me my pride will not let me cry, but the truth reveals my actual emotions oh, how i pray for a miracle in some type of instant however i know that in life there are no guarantees time has no hint of birth now has not a smidgen of importance all i am thinking about is the next daylight's shift ....just one more day with Her....i miss You, Dear Mother....