Mother, do you miss me;
or whisper words of love?
Do you hear my heart break,
when I think of you?
Mother, do you miss me,
or cry for me at night?
Do you feel my embrace,
when I think of you?
Mother, do you miss me,
or ever speak my name?
Do you see me in your mind,
when I think of you?
Mother, do you miss me,
or remember who I am?
Do you sense my tears,
when I think of you?
Open your heart dear mother.
Hear my cries, feel my touch.
See my soul, sense my pain.
Please, please, start missing me.
© Debra McLain
Excerpt from the book âTo Conquer Or Die Tryingâ
Now Available at:
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