I’m not yet used to the fact
I can’t walk out my bedroom door
And find my mommy in the kitchen,
Or on one of the various floors.
She’s a little too far away for my liking
Especially when I need to talk.
Who am I going to talk to?
Who will take me on a walk?
Who will calm me down when I’m upset?
Or help me work things out?
Hug me when I need refuge?
Or some time to merely shout
At the top of my lungs,
Or maybe just cry…
I’m a little overwhelmed
Without her by my side,
She was the one I had
When I wanted to hide,
And bury my head under the covers
Or scream into my pillow.
She was the one I had
To open up the window.
To let in some fresh air,
To tell me it’d be alright.
She was the one I had,
When I needed a kiss goodnight.
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