Mothers day

I think of you often....
Today is always the worst though...
Some holiday I dont get to celebrate because I am not holding you..
Some club that I cant be a member of because it wasn't meant to be.
Most days....I know there was some reason that I will never understand..
Most days I can hope for some other place where you are looking down and be secure in that knowledge...
Today...on a day when we celebrate mothers....I wonder
I wonder if you would have blue eyes and blond hair or if ypu have your daddy's dark features...
I wonder if you would have slept through the night or if we could have cherished late night snuggles...
I wonder if you would be getting ready for your first dance recital or if we would be playing baseball..
I wonder what your nickname would be or how your smile would have lit up the room.
I wonder how your laugh would have sounded....
How tightly you would have hugged...
How would you get along with your cousins who bring so many smiles to my face and how would you have pronounced your aunts name...
Would you sing silly songs at bed time...or love to splash in the bath...
I wonder about the look on your daddy's face when you cling to him when you fall down..
Most of all...today and most days...I wonder what it would be like to hear you call me mommy.