Dear momma All things I've ever wanted to say I never did And I'm sorry Countless times I've wished You were here Once again In the artist's apron A paintbrush in your hand "I'm going to paint a portrait of myself." It was never completed Unfinished Like my words I never did complete them "I love you" So hard to say An unnatural force turned into a barrier Choked me Even till When all oxygen left you When it became past tense Your lovely eyes turning soulless Lips that couldn't utter anymore The word mother Was suddenly unrelatable So many nights I curled up and sobbed Wishing I had said something Anything In everything I'm waiting for that day again Mom For the day I'll be able to say "I love you so much and I'm sorry." x