“I’m lonely.” That’s all she said in the voicemail. So I called her, listened to her, knowing I should be thankful I can hear her voice-this woman I’ve loved and hated-admired and despised-glorified and vilified.
This woman my hero
This woman my worst enemy
This woman my best friend
One day it will end
With flowers and tears
Oh Mama, I wish you could live forever happily
Bur I know this can’t be
I don’t want to lose you…don’t want to leave you here alone
So I pray that you will peacefully join the daughter you loved and lost
I will gladly pay the cost in lonely tears
Hello Mama, it’s me…just calling to say I love you and I miss you.