Missing Momma

Today has been one of those days in which the waves of grief just seem to keep rolling in. Since Mom's death on September 16, my birthday, I have been facing the normal issues of loss: picking up the phone to call her only to remember she's gone, starting to shop for her Christmas gifts, only to realize she doesn't need any, and even heading over to the care center, only to remember that she's no longer there. Today, however, I find myself just wishing I could hug her again. Of course, I'd never wish to bring her back from the peace of Heaven to the pain of a cancer filled life,; I just need a momma hug...And so

I wish that I could have a hug from momma once again.
I wish I could just hear her voice, not try to recall when.

I wish that I could roll her down the hallways of her home
I wish she'd look my way and roll those eyes, bringing my groan.

I wish that I could rub her head, it's new hair soft and fine.
I wish that I could see and hear and touch that mother mine

Instead I try to bring back all the mem'ries of the past
The quirky smile, the silly pout, the words of love that last.

Until one day when home at last I greet her with a kiss,
My momma dear, each day and night I just can't help but miss.