Now a woman in her prime not the little girl of nine.
Two children of my own,
Husband
House we made a home
When I catch a glimpse of my reflection is it you that I can see?
The resemblence is so strong,
you are still a part of me.
How I wish that I could hold you,
tell you how I really feel
Because that little girl is dying
And the adult shining through.
Am I being a good mother?
Am I doing those things right?
It's hard to tell without you
Makes it hard to sleep at night.
Oh mother I still love you
And I miss you everyday
So I'm writing you this message to help ease the pain away.
- for Carol 1942 to 1984.
Copyright: Katrina Lavrack 2011
Notice on Copyright. This poem is protected by Australian Copyright Law. All rights are reserved by Katrina Lavrack. No part of this poem may be reproduced in anyway without the prior written consent of Katrina Lavrack.
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