Heartfelt Words

La Madre

I look at photographs of you,
  your smiles and your green 
  eyes.
   A stranger,
   much of life.
Were you a good person or just making a 
    good lie?
Questions never answered,
   as I walk through life.
He told me that you had died,
  A car accident,
      And I had cried.
  Sometimes I talk to you,
Just about how I feel about things,
And things that I did,
So you can see the person I've become.   
  And I like to think you'd hear
     me 
          sometimes.