They say the dead don’t see nor hear
But I don’t know for sure
I just wish you could…

See that I need you
To hug me like you did
When I needed a hug
Just because…

Hear me wish for you
To come and comfort me
As life gets a little too much
And I feel …tired.

I still keep wishing
You were just a phone call away
That I could still tell you
What’s making me sad,

And you’d reassure me
That everything’s going to be all right
And that you pray for me
Every single night.

When I was a child,
I couldn’t wait to grow up
But now that I have
I sometimes wish

I could run into your arms again
And close my eyes
As I bury my face into your neck
And smell your scent of talcum powder,

As you theatrically sing and sway
Making the sadness go away,
Turning it into giggles
And then rambunctious laughter.

Mother, how I wish
I could just be
Your little child again.