R.I.P.

I can't get my mother out of my head. Every line I hear is something she said. I miss her even more when I go to bed. I miss her singing our song, I haven't stopped mourning since she's been gone. Without her I feel so alone, Without her,our house is no longer a home. Watching her as she laid breathless, My whole body became hurt and restless. My eyes filled up with tears, as I was standing over my one true fear. I rapped my arms around her and cried some more, then asked god"what he do this for"? Deep down I knew it was time for her to walk through that door. It doesn't change that each day, I miss her more and more. All I can do is try to carry on, and try to be strong,and learn to live my life while she moves on.