Why I Cry These Days

As I look back on these last years,

One thing becomes so clear,
Whichever room that I was in
My mom always sat near.
 
It didn’t matter where I was
She’d always be right there
Smiling back, when I looked up,
From some old, comfy chair.
 
I think that’s why I cry these days,
When I sit down each night,
There’s no one sitting right near by
And that doesn’t seem right.
 
I look up and see just a chair,
Without my mother’s smile,
And I know it will be that way
For quite a lonely while.
 
So now I weep a bit each day
To ease some of the pain,
Until the time when I can see
My mother’s smile again.