in your deafening absence
waiting for your presence.
And, I am disappointed.
At every turn, every bend
I hear your voice, see your face
full of beauty, full of grace.
And, I am reminded.
Oft I tremble, my hands shake
recalling fond memories of you
but always old ones, never new.
And, I weep.
My heart is heavy, my eyes tear
when I realize dearest daughter
how much I miss your laughter,
and, our lost gift of time.
I love you, Melissa, please come back! Mom
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