Six Years Later
I cannot believe how fast time flies
It is said that time heals all wounds
So why do my heart still feel so heavy
It still seems like yesterday that my mother died
Damn I miss her
Even though I know that she is out of pain
I sometimes wonder what things would be like if she never got sick
Would I be here today?
Would I meet the extraordinary people I know?
Is she proud of the woman that I’m becoming?
Would I be off in another state attending college full-time?
Would I handle things as I do?
Is she proud of the decisions I’ve made?
I am full of questions for her
Just wish I could have asked before the bittersweet end
One thing that gets me through is the fact that I am so much like her
I’ve been told this since I was little
I use to try to rebel against it
But everything I did made them say the same
I just wanted to be me
Not someone else
We use to make fun of each other
Saying, “Stop tryna be like me”
Or
“You can’t do it like me”
Laugh Out Loud…she was a trip
When I go through the craziness of life
I take a step back and wonder what she would have done differently
Or what kind of comforting words I would hear from her mouth
I’m just appreciative that she has sent three women to guide me
If I place some of their characteristics together I can almost make a replica of her
One is the calm and comforting side of her
The side of my mom that supports and listens to me
The second is the part that I could talk about anything with
The one I could go out and have a great time with
The one that is the kool side of her, my inner self
Then there is the last that is kool, easy to talk to and the reality check
The side of my mom that would tell me the truth no matter the consequences
I know that the replica is not the real thing
But I am content on knowing that my mom lives through and around me
Whether I know it or not
She has never left me
But has only become unable to see
But I feel her presence
Her smile,
Her laugh
She is a part of me…..
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