One thousand Four Hundred and Sixty Days.
Exactly one-eighth of my life,
You’ve been away.

What else is there to say?
I’m left here turned over on my side
With nothing to do but curse and cry.

I try to stand and fight
For each happy ray of light.
But without you
It appears only imminent darkness is in sight.

For this life
Has lost meaning.
It’s keeps me up at night.
Wondering if there is more.
Wondering what horrors are still in store.

Then I see your beautiful face,
Even through all the pain and suffering,
A smile, somehow, is left gleaming.

It’s a necessary reminder,
That with a little courage,
We can face anything.
Even through the most difficult trials
Or in times of crippling self-doubt.

It is just another wary bout
We must overcome.
For life is beautiful and full of love
If we choose to be strong
And strive to become
Who we are truly meant to be.

You are the constant reminder,
Day in and day out,
That life does amount.
And I will continue to fight.
Take in every ray of light,
With unrelenting joy,
As I continue to make you proud
And count the days until I get to see you and recite:
Mother, you were right.
You were right.