To my mother, who is no longer here with me.
To the pain and agony I felt when your life drifted away.
To the sorrow and sadness that fills my soul.
Why did you have to go?
It wasn't your time, you were so young.
Back in April of 2016
The day before I turned 17
How does a daughter grow without her mother's guidance along the way?
I learned how, but that was not the lesson.
The lesson was to cherish every moment.
The lesson was to love indefinitely, regardless of the situation.
The lesson was to forgive, and forget any dumb decision.
I love you mother.
And I hate that you had to go.
But a better place is was for you.
Less pain, and agony to consume you.
I miss you.
But don't worry mother, I have learned how.
I learned how to become a woman.
The woman you wanted me to grow into.