I sit, and am waiting, as you must have for the birth of me. You the
heiarchy of our family tree, not with the jubilance that you  felt
on that day. I with so much pain I dont know what to say. I have to
let you go, its time they do say, but how can I live with out mom
day to day?  , looking for comfort, that I always got from 
 you ,
where do I go ,what do I do?

	me.