My Mother

My Mother Sometimes I sense my mother When I walk into a room Lily of the Valley lingers Her favourite perfume I really wish she was still here So I could apologize For all the many times When we didn't see eye to eye I had so much troubling me But I chose to keep it in Now I sit and ponder On how different things could have been I hated seeing her in pain It was all beyond my control I hope that she passed knowing I loved her with my heart and soul I'm putting down on paper What I could not say aloud I hope that if she were still here I would make her proud Mere words can not express Just how much I regret Losing my mum, my role model, Who I never will forget