Born of her Womb; but carried in her heart.
Through her blood sweat and tears, one life,two parts.
From my moment of conception; til her final breath.
There she was beside me, to defend me til death.
But in her final breaths where was I?
Not there to kiss her cheeks; Not there to say goodbye.
I remember once I thanked her, but those words didn't say.
The things I would of told her had I been there that day.
All the skipped visits and promises of tomorrow.
The remain in my thoughts; they fill me with sorrow.
In my head plays the scenario; again and again.
The words i'de of told her; if I were there in the end.
Had I known the exact number of days she had left.
I'de of told her all the feelings I kept to myself.
I would say "thank you Mother" for a job well done.
For turning a little girl into this woman i've become.
I'de tell her I loved her, for her constant sacrifice.
For her devotion and guidance, for her wisdom and advice.
As she was with me in my first, until she had none left.
I should of been there beside her in her final breaths.