I always fantasized about the day,
You'd return to me, and the things we'd say.
First one being, "I love you."
Second one, "Oh, how I've missed you."
Then we'd talk
for hours, reminisce,
About each other and what we’d missed.
You’d tell me about your life growing up,
I’d listen intently; it would fill my heart up.
You’d cry because
you’d missed me,
I’d cry too, hating the tears I’d see.
We’d spend days laughing and catching up,
And I’d take you places and show you stuff.
We’d have our
mother-daughter talks,
I’d missed those, that hurt a lot.
In my life, I’d always have you,
Oh, If Only It Were True.
© 2002
By: Janice Jarnagin
Revised 12/15/06
