Dear Mom,

There are too many things I want you to know, that I lost count

Too many things I want to tell you about

Like how I love singing when no one is around,

Like how I once lost my breath spinning round and round

I wanted to tell you how I see you in my reflection

How you've missed the change of my complexion

How I grew looking like you more and more each day

How much I’d like to dye my hair in grey

I want to tell you how I love the smell of coffee but never drank it

How once I loved a dress but it didn't really fit

How uncomfortable high heels are
And how many I bought so far
I want to tell you, how I want to capture everything you've missed
and tell you how many flowers I've kissed
I want you to listen to my favourite song
To show you how my hair grew so long
But most of all.. 

I want to tell you how hard it is to breathe you in with each inhale

How in stopping my breath I constantly fail...