My Mother

Her name was Ginger Hudson
Her middle name was May
She was there to be my mother
but soon was snatched away
Without a word of warning
No time to say goodbye
She slipped away so quickly
without a reason why
No one knew what happened
Her body wasn't found
The missing signs didn't help
although they hung around
I never thought it could happen
It never crossed my mind
that my mother could be gone
and that I'd be left behind
The missing signs have gone
But the memories are still
And there's an emptiness in my heart
that no one else can fill

-written around 1997 when I was 13