There isn't some book that says it
But it's true nonetheless
A girl always needs her mother
It's that simple
She should be there for you
For everything you need
To braid your hair
Help you put on your prom dress
Cry at your graduation
Help you pack for college
Cry at that graduation
To say "I'm proud of you"
Help put on your wedding dress
And cry at that, too
A mother is never really appreciated
Not to her full extent
For everything she does
When you're a kid
But when you're older
You realize how much she meant to you
And that is she somehow isn't
A permanent fixture
That you thought she was
She will be gone
She won't always be there
Sometimes not even for
Braiding your hair
Or helping you put on your dresses
Or even crying at your various functions
Like me then,
You know what it's like to not have very long
But every second you remember
You treasure for a lifetime