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I miss you, Mumma…I miss your voice that used to softly sing my special lullaby.
I miss your hands that used to hold me when I was scared.
I miss your eyes that would bring me to ease each time I stared into them.
I miss your nicknames you gave me when I would act badly.
I miss falling asleep to your heartbeat when I would lay my head upon your chest.

I can still see your face, your smile when I fall asleep at night

I miss your crazy hair styles

I miss you most when I first wake up; in the morning
I miss our talks on the car ride over to school.
I miss the "I love you" & "Be careful" everyday.
I miss the "Good Morning" & "Good night's".

I miss our tickle fights.
I miss our arguments knowing you were always right.
I miss you........the way you once were.
I miss you most

When I’m having a bad day, when I need my Mumma to say everything will be okay.

I miss you Mumma, the twinkle in your eyes

The way you always managed to make everything okay

I miss how, whenever something got tough you would show me more love

I miss you Mumma why did you have to leave

I miss the way it use to be

I miss you, Mumma

I miss you most

Whether I am thinking of you…or not,

I keep telling myself to be strong

That you wouldn't want me to be

Filled with so much sorrow and be so lost,

But sometimes the tears flow freely

That I surrender...

And all my emotions flow from losing you,

From the depths of my heart and soul

I ask myself daily why you did this to us,

Why you left and tore our family apart.

Was it something I did or said?

I miss you Mumma,

When I dream of you,

And then have to wake up to reality

Those short visits of you, in my dreams

Leave me feeling with so much love,

But bring tears to my eyes.

When I see other people with their mothers,

I feel like I've been punished.

I feel like I should have been a better daughter,

I love and miss you Mumma,

I still needed you in my life Mumma.