I owe her my life; Her soul has it

She's gone, forever.

All the love she gave to me, I will never ever get to pay her back.
She raised me up, and yet i'm not there when she let go of her last breath,
I'm not even there to say goodbye.

I started to forget how she looks like, and i hate myself for that.
Why am i always too late?
Why did she leave me this way?

'I love you'.... I hope she can hear me. I hope she knows.
'I miss you so much'... the times we had together- the fun; the sad times...

In me, she's still alive
She's there with me- in everyday i live; every breathe i take
Rest in peace 'momma'
I owe you my life, your soul have it.