I miss my mom in the way she was when I was little.
I miss her putting my hair behind my ears,
rubbing my head while i lie on her chest.
Sitting in the bathroom with me as I throw up with the flu,
making me my favorite food when I couldn't stand anything else.
cleaning the mess I left when I couldn't do it myself.
I miss my mom, and not in the way that she's dead-
Or out of the picture. In the way that I'm not her little girl anymore.
And I don't know why me growing up hurts.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 9:59 PM UTC
I miss my mom in the way she was when I was little.
I miss her putting my hair behind my ears,
rubbing my head while i lie on her chest.
Sitting in the bathroom with me as I throw up with the flu,
making me my favorite food when I couldn't stand anything else.
cleaning the mess I left when I couldn't do it myself.
I miss my mom, and not in the way that she's dead-
Or out of the picture. In the way that I'm not her little girl anymore.
And I don't know why me growing up hurts.