And as the day draws to a close,
This day that marks
The three year anniversary
Of my own mothers' death,
I sit and I ponder on the thought
That I am a mother.

I am a new mother,
Who wants her own mother.

I am a twenty-five year old woman
Who misses her mom.

I am a little girl
Who just wants her mommy.

And as I blow the candle out at midnight,
Each year on this day, the same,
I will whisper to you,
And hope you know,
I love you ... and I miss you.