I miss my mom....

I miss not having you around to talk to.
I miss Pavolovas.
I miss the avocado and jicama salad.
I miss christmas eve.
I miss the shopping trips.
I miss you.
I miss "anger managment".
I miss being the level headed one.
I miss you.
I miss Sundays where you read the paper
with your hillbilly teeth.
I miss everything.
You don't know a good thing till it's gone,
make sure you call your mother,
and tell her how much she's meant to you,
because one day she won't be around
to tell you what you need to hear.
One day, and sometimes in an instant,
she won't be there to comfort you.
Or let you know that she's your darling,
that's how tough life is.
When she's not there for you,
you're an orphan, though your dad may try,
but nothing soothes a heart like a Mother,
and cookies and old recipes and pies.
One day it's just you,
and everything that she ever did,
and you don't know where to start,
wherever she ended.
No matter how horrible she was,
casseroles are always a staple,
in the old, old ways;
no matter her disposition,
she always tried, and always gave,
always your mother,
and always helped you on your way.
So make her cry on Mother's Day,
with heartfelt card and presents,
to pass this life away,
and she will thank you with advice in spades,
until she no longer walks the earth
and you are left to navigate your own way,
when, with ones of your own,
you realize casseroles are not just sympathy,
but of a time, when we cared for each other,
in the loss of someone so dear.
And when you read her reciepe, you think of her,
as how it should be.
And pray that your children,
have such fond memories,
that when you go, before them, heaven help,
that a dish reminds them of you.