Natural

Where are you
when I think of you?
When I see your face
are you looking in a mirror?
When I smell a familiar scent
is your scent lingering in the air?
I pick up your brush
touch your golden tresses
and remember your baby fine hair.
I walk into your room
things are in order.
It is too clean
I miss telling you to clean it up.
It is a lonesome feeling
looking at everything that is yours.
My heart aches.
I shed a  tear.
For I miss seing your face
and holding you in my arms.
I miss talking to you
and arguing about what I think is best
until you are grown.
Natural rebellion.
Natural love.
A mother daughter naturally.