How the World Should Work

Happy birthday, Mom of mine

I think about you all the time

I won’t forget the things you did

When I was grown, nor as a kid

So much has happened since you left

When I laid crying, and bereft

I hope you hear the things I say

I talk to you Mom, every day

I tell you all the things I’ve done

To make you proud that I’m your son

Every single thing I do

Is done for one thing, which is you

I want to see you, talk again

I miss my closest, dearest friend

I love you Mom, and miss you so

I hold your heart, and won’t let go