willow

I miss the little pain, 

I miss the sky, the rain.
I miss the snow in May,
I miss every Mother's Day.

I miss thinking about you,
You, who were so kind,
You, who never made me cry,
You, my piece of sunshine.

I miss looking in people's windows,
I miss wearing your black clothes,
Back when I wasn't your widow,
Back when I called you my Willow.