It starts off like every other day,
I walk into the kitchen as your putting groceries away,
You look at me,
Ask me how I am,
I'll look at you and walk away,
Because I know you don't give a d***,
I go in the basement,
Call my friend on the phone,
Ask her if she wants to come over,
And she does cause she's alone,
So I walk up the stairs,
As my mom grabs her keys,
She asks me where I'm going,
And I don't answer,
Even when she says please,
So I walk out of the house,
Sit on the chair,
Wait for my friend,
Because it's only fair,
My friend arrives,
We go into the house,
We try to be quiet,
As quiet as a mouse,
So we sneak into my room,
Shut the door,
I hear my mom screaming,
And I blare music so we can't hear her anymore,
We walk downstairs,
A little while later,
And I find a note,
On the kitchen counter,
As I read aloud:
"Dearest Tracy,
I'm going back to the store,
I forgot a few things,
And I love you forevermore.
Mom"
I look at the note,
Tear it apart,
She was nothing more to me,
Then someone who gave me my heart,
As minutes turn into hours,
I start to get scared,
But I'll hide it,
Because my friend didn't think I cared,
Suddenly it's midnight,
When she left at 4 o clock,
Now my heart is racing,
As my dad pulls into the driveway,
He grabs me by the arm,
I look around,
Confused and lonely,
He said not to be alarmed,
But mommy's been in a car crash,
And we have to leave,
If only, if only,
God gave me just one reprieve,
So we walk into the room,
Your face is distorted and a mess,
You're sleeping soundly,
As I try not to cry,
Fall to the floor and want to die,
Plead to the Lord that he can't take her away,
Please not now,
Please another day,
So I hold my moms hand,
As I bend near,
And whisper the words,
"I love you" in her ear,
Just then I'll look up,
And the line will go straight,
I can't believe it,
I wasn't too late,
My mommy died late that night,
I felt that it wasn't right,
I didn't deserve this,
And neither did she,
She was my best friend in the whole world,
And I wanted to be,
Like her when I grow up,
So I'll follow in her footsteps,
Be the woman I can be,
All because,
My mommy died when I was little,
And she meant so much to me,
Mommy I hope you're watching me,
From heaven above,
Send someone to heal my broken heart,
From all this love,
Send me an angel,
One I can hold,
It doesn't really matter,
I don't care how old,
So mommy please know,
That even when I'm 80,
I'll always be,
Your little baby.
~Please comment! This happened to my friend Tracy and it would mean a lot to her for you guys to let her know how you feel! Thanks for keepin up with my poems! Thanks again!~
