They haven't even left yet, but I'm lonely already. This is cheesy, but I'm allowed to be once in a while. Or always.
Sounds of laughter ringing in my ears
Petty fights echo darling melodies in my heart
Only now I realize how big this hole is
Light chores that need the most delicate handiwork
Irony of simultaneously required rough, rocky hands
Why did I disregard your coarse fingers
And I say this, because it's all too clear
That you are, the best Mother in the world.
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