By Bobby Lynn Long
I miss the way she'd laugh
And I miss the way she'd smile
I miss the way that her and I
Would sit and talk awhile
I miss the way I'd call her up
And I'd say "hello mom"
And I miss how I'd ask how her day was
And she'd say "just fine son"
And I miss how she'd work crossword puzzles
And the tv shows she liked
And I miss how she'd try to guide me
In my pursuit of wrong from right
Amd I miss how on my birthday
She'd always fix my favorite meal
And on times when I didn't feel that anyone cared
Her love, no one could steal
And though now she's gone to heaven
Where she watches from above
And though, I still talk to her, and her to me
Sometimes, I miss my mother's love
Copyright ©2000 Bobby Long
