I'll Miss You

This is love,

A gift from above,

When you feel blue,

Your momma is there with a tissue!

The hugs, the kisses,

The shots, the misses.

I think of her smile,

When I walk down the aisle.

I'll miss her,

I don't want to transfer.

Of course I'll miss Papa too,

But not as much as I'll miss you.

Now I will get a new mother,

Who will be like no other.

She will shout when I have done little wrong,

And moan that I'm not strong.

My mother is amazing,

Constantly praising,

She is so kind,

Never does she mind,

When I was bad,

Also a little mad.