Scattered Pictures.

Came across old pictures, when you were alive.
I almost put them away, but decided to look anyway.
I knew I couldn't do it, without shedding a tear.
Why do I still cry? It's been almost a year.

Pictures of you and I, back when I was little.
Oh how I miss those days, most of all I miss you.
A tear slides down my cheek.
I regret ignoring you, or not going on that shopping trip.

How I would give anything, to have that chance again.
I know you are watching me as I write this poem.
You look so beautiful, in that picture on my wall.
Your my inspiration, my reason to get up when I fall.

Mommy, I miss you. Why did you have to leave?
Tears are falling now, but my hand continues to write.
I know your in a better place, but I wish I was too.
Good memories become painful, I always seem to cry.

These picture lay scattered, the tears continue to fall.
I remember the scent of your perfume, your smile too.
I can't wait to see you again, I know I will someday.
But until that time, these are the words I needed to say.

::R.I.P mommy, I love you::
::Also on this piece, the flow was kind of funny but oh well::