I have to admit,
Sometimes I miss you,
I miss the friendship we had,
I miss the comfort of having someone who cared,
Who I believed prayed for me,
Who I thought would be there for me,
Even in my hard times,
Even in my difficult,
I thought you would hold on to who I was
And that by you holding on to who I was,
I would be reminded of myself,
And I would not have to change.
But circumstances propelled me forward,
And you were not there reminding me,
So I was left to forge my own path,
To create my own way.
At times I looked back,
But each time I did,
I was further and further away,
And eventually the time came,
when I looked back,
I could no longer see you.
And when I could not see you,
I could no longer see who I was,
Who I used to be.
It was then I realized,
I had become a new me,
I became the me I am now.
I like who I am now,
(I actually love who I am now),
But sometimes I miss you,
And I miss the me who I was.
Sometimes I wish you were here to remind me.
But I can no longer reach you,
Not as the me that I am now.
So I bless you from afar,
And I bless the me that I was,
I could do no less.
For the me that I was,
Is the Mother of the person I have become,
And you were so important to her.