It's been a year since you have left, the hurt i still feel has no depth, the saying goes "to love your mother, cuz you will never get another", to you i never got to make my amends, but in my heart I know you hadn't condemned. My heart still cries "why'd you have to die?", but the man upstairs says it was your turn to fly. Oh how I wish I could've seen you once more, it had been 12 years since we parted at grampy's door. But your strength runs through my veins, I have a network of friends who keep me sane. In pictures of me I keep seeing you, though my eyes are blue I am a mini-you. I've never been as proud of that as I am today, though for awhile there I did go astray. All week I have wanted to write a poem, but the words didn't hit until I just got home. Mommie Dearest I still love you in death, and all I can do from now on is my best. I will no longer stumble, I will no longer fail, and i definitely won't do anything to go back to jail