Talking again

When you were alive you called me every day, and I called you to tell you all of the little things no one else cares about. When you got so sick and moved into my house we didn't talk as much. I was afraid of what you might say, afraid you might ask for something else I would have to deny you. I didn't want to have to remind you that you couldn't walk, or write or go shopping. But now I wish I hadn't been so afraid because I wish that I had been the one sitting next to you watching bad tv, I wish we were together right now, chatting about Anderson cooper, or the election, or your grandchildren. You have a new little grandbaby now and you would love him. He is hilarious and happy, just like the first. Good boys that you would so enjoy. So I am going to tell you about them, and the other things I wish you were here to hear. I love you and miss you every day momma, I hope you can hear me.