I miss you too...

Do you remember that day?

I didn't wave you off to school,

Instead I lie in bed

Waiting for pain to subside.

The last moment I saw

Your worried little face;

Tears on red cheeks,

A flash of fear in green eyes.

Later you came to see me:

Your soft peachy hand rested

There upon my grey face.

You said it felt like marble.

Do you remember that day?

You wore black lace

With pretty blue shoes;

I thought they should have matched.

I gazed from afar,

Under the wooden arch

Where I married your father

While you threw down black soil.

Later I came to see you:

What once was my hand rested

There upon your peachy face.

You said you felt cold.

Do you remember that day?

You were only sixteen

Forced to leave home;

I wanted to hit your stepmother.

You moved into the flat

Above the model shop

And when the door closed

Eyes wept like the day I left.

Later I came to see you:

What once were my arms rested

There upon your sorrowed shoulders.

You said you felt so alone.

Do you remember that day?

Dressed in white

Holding peach flowers;

I wanted to tell you I was so proud.

You walked down the aisle

Clasped in your father's hand,

Stepping and smiling

Despite the stab of pain.

Later I came to see you:

What once were my lips rested

There upon your sullen cheek.

You thought it had been a boy.

Do you remember that day?

You turned sixty

Surrounded by friends;

I wished I had reached that age.

You laughed with guests,

Opened cards and presents

Feeling pleased

The day had gone so well.

Later I came to see you:

What once were my hands rested

There upon your tired face.

You said 'I miss you mum...'