You are in my thoughts every step
of my way.
Although you are grown and far away,
I know when you’re happy
or having a bad day.
Just being your mom, I know your way.
I remember the days when Dwaine and you
would gaze out our window,
enjoying the view.
The nightly ritual, forever in my head
of a piggyback ride, on your way to bed.
I wish, so often for a moment with you
not sharing this time,
with all, that you did.
Although, I understand and truly care;
I still wish to reach out
and just stroke your hair.
There are times, when I wish
for a hug, and a kiss;
perhaps I just need to tell you all this.