Will Always Be Your Girl Poem by Gloria Rose

There it was,
I was finally 18 years old,
To be 18 years old
It is very hard.
To you it may sound like a release,
To me it was time to say good day,
Goodbye to my momma.
I was trying not to cry,
To make things look better,
Momma was starting to dropp her first tears,
To make thing looks dramatic.
Momma keeps on talking,
And crying at the same time.
She says to me ‘baby, don’t forget your only family’.
Then she gave me her last hug,
Her last word,
And she took my hand and say,
‘I love you baby girl’.
‘Before you go, there is an old testament
Hiding in the garage
Go get it
That will guide you through heaven
If you never lose your way’
Just before I go, I say to her
‘Momma I will ways remember you’.

This sure new home,
Remember me of my old home,
My sweet home,
The smell of rose,
And the neighbours homemade cooking.

Just like every Sunday, I went to church.
And when I look at Jesus pictures,
It remind me of momma,
I call her and say everything it’s alright and okay,
Even when is not.
And my last word was ‘I love you’.