My Mothers Love

I miss the way she'd laugh ‐
And I miss the way she'd smile
I miss the way that her and I ‐
Would sit and talk awhile

I miss the way I'd call her up ‐
And I'd say "hello mom"
And I miss how I'd ask how her day was ‐
And she'd say "just fine son"

And I miss how she'd work crossword puzzles ‐
And the tv shows she liked ‐
And I miss how she'd try to guide me ‐
In my pursuit of wrong from right

And I miss how on my birthday ‐
She'd always fix my favorite meal
And on times when I didn't feel that anyone cared
Her love, no one could steal

And through now she's gone to heaven ‐
Where she watches from above
And through, I still talk to her, and her to me ‐
Sometimes, I miss my mother's love