I saw a lady today on the ferry. Silver hair, pink lipstick, and a twinkle in her eye. She laughed and I felt as if I knew this woman.
Six years and I still can't forget. I long for the phone call that tells me its gonna be okay. Or how amazing I am. I'd even beg to hear the harsh, "AmandaGrace" that just rolls of the tongue when I was in trouble.
My mother's voice can't even affect me the way her voice did.
I need my Meme.
