• Momma,

    by  • April 17, 2010 • Grief, Love - Pure and Simple, Parents • 0 Comments

    I’m sorry I’ve wasted so much time with you.
    I’m sorry I never opened up to you, that I never let you get to really
    know me.
    I’m sorry I never really got to know you, that I never tried.
    I’m sorry I’ve been such a disappointment.
    I’m sorry I didn’t listen to all your childhood stories, or that I
    didn’t sing with toy as often as I should have.

    I’m sorry I broke your heart.

    You treated me like a daughter, even though I was your grand
    You and my grandfather took my sister and I in and raised us as your
    own, even though you didn’t have to.
    You both gave me the best childhood there is, were the best parents
    there ever was.
    You made me into the firecracker I am today, I’m proud to say you
    raised me.
    I just wish Daddy hadn’t died, I know some of you died that day nine
    years ago too.
    Truth is: so did my heart, but it turns out it was just half of it.
    Because now you’re dying, and I feel like I am too.

    I know you’ll be happier in heaven with your husband but I just don’t
    want you to leave.
    I want you to keep fighting but I can tell in your eyes that you’re
    tired, just so damn tired.

    So I want you to know I won’t hold it against you if you give in.
    I know it’s best for you, that you won’t feel pain anymore.

    Tell Daddy I love him and I’ll see you both in a couple of years.

    I just hope by then you’ll be proud of me.

    I’ll miss you everyday, you’ll never be far from my thoughts.


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