Mom

I have gotten in trouble
since you past away.
I have waited for you to yell,
but I cannot hear you.
You are not here.

I have fallen deeper into love,
Mom.
More so than when you were here to
smile at us,
or shake your head in disapproval.
You are not here to tell us
what our future holds.
You cannot be a grandmother.

I have done things
since you past away.
It is all I can do,
because you are not here.
I must continue to live,
because you have died.
I wish you were here,
but you are not.
I must continue to live and love.
I must, and I will.