I have days like these when I miss my mom

the mom I wanted

who would have spoiled me and dressed my wounds

who would have jumped up for joy at any little thing that made me happy

and bought me a chocolate or maybe a dress or some shoes

I miss my mom

like I want to breathe fresh air after sitting in smoke

and I call her and we talk

imagining that she misses her daughter too

who would have hugged her and told her how beautiful she is

and how much she loves her