My Comfort

A heart that is hurting, is natures way to grieve, the pain we feel so deep inside, really makes us see. We are human, and we share love, but also we can lose, special people in our life, and no one, can fill their shoes. Sometimes I still cry for the mother I can't hold, but those memories she left me, are more precious than gold. Oh yes, I still see her face, and smell her sweet perfume, unexpectedly it happens, when I walk past her room. This is my assurance, that she is always near, and still sometimes, she calls my name, but no one else can hear. Now all I have is her memory, and those, I cherish so, they are in my heart, my treasures, and I'll never let them go. She left them for me, my comfort.