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Mommy, Now That... MAG
Mommy, now that you're gone,
I know I wouldn't mind touching the worm
and I'd gladly bait your hook
and I promise that I wouldn't even budge when it started to squirm.
Mommy, I know that I wouldn't hesitate to go under the barbed wire
and I'd hold it up for you to go under
and then I'd go back and get the stuff so you could rest.
Mommy, I know that I wouldn't think twice about talking back
and I know now that you were right
and I'm sorry that I cried when you wouldn't come downstairs with me
and when you couldn't stay for the fireworks.
I'd give anything now to go back three years
And I'd take those phone calls back just to hear your voice
And I wouldn't complain if you called me by my full name
And I'd love to watch you dance to the rock-and-roll music
Remember, when you'd roll the window down and sing so loud
my face would turn red while I would pout
I have to admit, I would hate to be “too cool” for that now
I'd love for you to hug me before bed tonight
and kiss my head
and call me “Peapod”
Then when I got cold,
I was always allowed to snuggle up to your back
And put my cold feet on your calves
But now, you're not exactly here,
You're with angels, in the sky, (as many have tried to comfort me with these words)
Watching over my sister and me, (this I know)
But I would give anything to see you again
And as I turn sixteen, I think about what it would be like if you were here
Yes, many lessons would not have been learned,
And I, never humbled,
But I still see you sometimes teaching me to drive
And marveling at my football player man
Mommy, I can still see you smile and hear your shouts
As you yell at the referees and deem their calls bad
And I sit there and shake my head and now, I would laugh
And look to the sky and thank God for giving me you another day.
Another day to hold onto and see my mommy as she once was,
The mommy I remember.
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