I miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of her arms
I miss her smell and the love that would overwhelm
I miss being too small to be put down
So I’d constantly be held like my baby sister
I miss how I used to be forced to smile
My goal in life is to keep Julia happy, laughing, giggly
I miss being someone’s goal
I miss falling asleep in her arms
To the sound of soft humming
I miss “Michele, my belle”
Most of all
Most of all, I miss what I never fully had
I miss the basement with the single shitty light
I miss the futon where she slept in every night
I miss that single memory
I wish I could have spoken then
I would maybe, possibly, hopefully had been able to prevent
Her leaving, while the light was dim
I remember everything
And I miss the way I was so oblivious
I remember everything
We all were in the basement
The light continued being dim
The futon spread out
Their eyes torn up to the brim
Colorful clothing in the 90’s styling
They broke it to us there
She was leaving, I think I stared
I don’t remember
But she felt pain
And if my mommy felt it, so did I
So I’m pretty sure we all cried

I miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of her arms
I miss her smell and the love that would overwhelm

If I could turn back time
I’d never have to write this rhyme.