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

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