The space left by your leaving grows daily.
Each morning I look at your favorite perfume on the cabinet.
I wear it more often now.
For a long time
All I felt was numb.
In acceptance
Life went on.
The empty space was there.
Unacknowledged.
I don\'t know what has changed but each day now I think of you more.
I hear your voice
still guiding me
still loving me
still relying on me.
And the space left by your leaving
continues to grow.
Mum,
I miss you more each day.