Each spring day I think of you. I wonder where life would have taken us. I wonder if we would have fought through my teen years. Is this image of you that rolls around in my head true? Or just the memory of a girl who lost her mom. Would you be here for my kids? Do you watch us from above? Are you proud of me or did I let you down? Each day that goes by, I remember you less. Only through photos are my memories clear. Each day that does by, your voice fades more. I wonder where life would have taken us. How different would life be if you were still here? Is the dream in my head true of just? Or just the wish of a girl who lost her mom.
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