I wait every day for you to call,
just to know that you have thought of me,
have remembered I am still here,
in spite of the pain, the sorrow, the past.
I feel so relieved when you include me,
so special when we go somewhere, just us.
I guess, it seems selfish, but often, I dream
that its only me that was invited, included.
And my heart fills with disappointment
when I find out I was one of many.
Once, you were part of me-
I was the person you adored.
Letting go is hard, but moms have to.
Remember, as you move on,,
I am still here, waiting.