The Little Chatterbox

Dear Mom,

I miss you.

I miss the softness of your cheeks.

And watching you read.

And telling you about my day.

And having you as my best friend.

I wish I could ask you a lot of things.

Like if you ever felt this inadequate

because to me

you were always

Amazing!

How did you manage that?

I wonder what you would think of me as an adult,

of the person I’ve become,

while you were gone.

If you still think that I will turn out ok,

and what insights

you would offer into

how I can become a better person.

Because you always did that very well.

In the kind of way

that made me think

for myself.

So maybe you would

not be too disappointed

in the person I’ve become.

Even if she is a little too independent.

I wonder how our relationship

would have grown,

now that we are both

women.

What kinds of things we would do together

Just because

we enjoyed

each others company.

I wish I had learned

a little more

of your kindness.

I wish missing you

didn’t hurt so much.

And yet

In a way

I’m glad it does,

because things that are easy

usually aren’t worth very much.