Without You
Without you
Another Mother's Day without you...
Definitely easier than the first.
But really,
could it have gotten any worse?
Without your sweet voice...
Without your kind words...
Without you...
Mother turned disciplinarian
Disciplinarian turned friend
Stiff stature, but willing to bend.
Always with a hand to extend
Always willing to make amends
Always willing to commend.
Now and especially then,
Mama, Mother, Mom, Granny...
You are & always were a godsend.
And, I don't know if I ever told you that.
The Good Lord knows,
That I wish that I had.
Sooooo....
I did the things that you did,
I said the things you said,
And I walked around all day,
with your sweet voice inside my head.
And, I created things
that I know you would've loved!
But....it wasn't enough,
Because it wasn't you...
What else could I do?
What more could I say?
It's hard to be a girl...
Motherless on Mother's Day.
And like every other day,
I walked around,
with your sweet voice
inside my head, it's true.
This is my life.
My life...
Without you.
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