My mom

Your my mom,
but your gone
I don't understand
why your gone

I need you here,
here with me
to help me through life
but your not here

All i can say is
I miss you
and wish you were here
with me to guide me still

your like the cool breeze
in the warm September air
and that reminds me
that your there

your like the sun
that breaks through the clouds
hanging over my head
that never goes away

your that voice i hear
cheering me on
when I have to climb that
mountain high and step

I feel your angel hands
pushing on trying
to tell me to go
when I slow down or stop

your my bright
shining light
that leads me
through the dark valleys

God sent all those things
to me because your not here
and I thank God for it
but your what i want

RIP Elizabeth Lizotte -my mom
4-22-? -4-20-96