Your eyes now cast an empty blank stare,
But I know deep inside that you are still there.
I miss the talks, that we would always share,
When I came calling, you were always there.
I miss coming home to a well-cooked meal,
To a warm embrace, true love I did feel.
Gently caressing my head followed up with a kiss,
Those days are now gone, those days I miss.
How can this be, a woman of strong faith,
Barely knowing where to, hardly knowing a face.
No one truly knows the darkness you live,
Strangers amongst you, not much ever said.
You took me in when times were rough,
You made me a man, you made me tough.
You would always say that I was your boy,
No one now listens and I have to ask why.
What we had was special, something not like most,
But we new all that mattered was that we were close.
I yearn to hear you call my name, if just for one last time,
If this my only wish to be granted, then that for me is fine.
It’s hard mother, with you not here,
I want to kiss you, hold you, I want to be near.
I will move on for it would be your wish, you would want me too,
Memories of our time together will help guide me through.
You’re a saint my dear Theresa, in so many ways,
Sleep my dear mother and dream of better days.