Don't think for one minute I don't miss you,
because you know Momma,
I truly do.
I look at your picture and just stare,
knowing that I am here and you are up there,
my world seems so desolate, boring, and bare,
no other up and coming friendship will never ever have
the chance to compare.
Many times within the day I fight off being sad,
I focus and remember all the outstanding
fun times you and I had,
you completed so many thoughtful gestures
that sure made me awfully glad,
are you happy to be reunited with Daddy,
and your Mom and Dad?
The holidays just aren't the same,
I suppose they never will be,
if there was an 1-800 number to heaven,
you'd surely be getting a call everyday from me.
I love and miss you dearly Mom,
your little girl,
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