Missing You

Missing You by Amy Swanson Sunny day... reminds me of the warmth in your smile Today I saw a mom and daughter walking arm in arm talking laughing shopping... how I wished it could be us. It seems so many little things... and some days, it is everything... or even, just anything..... reminds me of you. I remember your laugh... the sparkle of your dark brown eyes a merry mischief twinkled from their depths I remember how we talked of everything and nothing at the same time; no one else has ever understood me like you did. All my bad... my faults and habits... rebellious teenage years... you loved me still like any good mother does. *and you were* Such a good mother. Oh, how I wish that I could tell you one more time how much you've meant to me how much I love you. My little girl was sick the other night... and as I bathed her with wet towels bringing down her fever, checking on her through the night medicines around the clock constant hugs and gentle words - I thought of you. All the times you did the same for me... All the times I never got to say "thank you," Mom *so much* for helping me be who I am today. And so I write thinking of you picturing so clearly in my mind beautiful thoughts precious memories of you- and hope somehow you know how very much you'll always mean to me; how very much I'm missing you.