God how I miss you; I miss everything about you. I miss the funny things you used to say, and the way your beautiful thick brown hair hung over your left eye. I miss your hamster dance and the way your long soft fingers felt on my face. I miss the arguments between you and Dallas and watching you snuggle Danny. I miss our conversations about anything, everything and nothing. I know you needed me but did you ever think that I needed you too? It is so lonely here without you. I miss the way our family used to be when you were here, complete.
My dear girl, I know that you had more than your share of pain in the 16 years that you were here. I did my best to relieve it; I just wish it had been enough. I know that your pain is gone now. I just wish that we could have had more time with you. I hope you don’t mind that I’m sharing your poems. I love you forever, mama.
Did you ever?
Did you ever wish that you were like the others in your life? Did you ever wish that your life weren’t filled with so much pain and strife? Did you ever try to wish away the tears? Did you ever try to run away? Did you shut everyone out ‘cause you figure they don’t care? Do you hide the pain inside and pretend it’s just not there?
Everyone has secrets and everyone has pain but most of us don’t show it. In the most simplistic ways we all know what it’s like to have pain deep down inside whether physical, emotional or mental. We all try to ignore it and forget it’s in our life, but deep down you know your scared ‘cause in some way you’re impaired; and most of the time that information is hardly or never shared.
Did you ever think that maybe it’s our differences that make us the same?
By Madison Boudreaux
