The holidays roll around
My love rolls away.
I can't stand being here
Not without you.

I wish I could sit at the table
Holding your hand
Saying grace to the god
I would have believed in

Its been nearly 12 years
Since you've been gone.
I remember you every day.
With that certain song.

Its playing now
As I lay in my room.
All alone, imagining
That you'd be here.

1972 right?
The year you were born.
23 years young when you had me.
30 years when you left.

You would be 42 next March.
And I will be 19.
A blooming young woman
Alone in this world.

I wish I had your guidance.
Your gentle scolding.
Helping me become
Well I don't even know.

Everything would be different
I may be more ****** up than now.
Then again, I wouldn't be asking
"What if? How?"

Anyways mom
I'll let you get back to sleeping.
I hope you're not alone up there.
Just like i am here..