My Mother, My Friend
By Barb Dufour
Reprinted with permission of Bereavement Publishing, Inc. 1-888--604-HOPE (4673).
My mother was my friend
The best in all the world.
She accepted me for what I was.
I was her "little girl."
She helped me through some lesson
Only life can teach.
She was always there
Whenever I would reach.
She and I were close,
We knew each other well.
I knew what she was thinking,
Although I'd never tell.
The secrets that we shared,
The tears that we would cry,
The magic of those moments
Will never, never die.
Although she went to heaven,
I'll never be alone.
She'll always be here with me
In my heart she made her home.
O God, it's hard to face
The fact that she is gone.
I want her back here with me.
Why is that so wrong?
I want to hear her voice,
To see her lovely smile,
Just to say, "I love you,"
And to look at her awhile.
But Lord, I know she's with you.
She's happy and she's free.
Just tell her that I love her,
And tell her, "Wait for me."