Your Way

You had a way
a sway you would do
when I was in need of comforting
held in your arms
we would ever so slowly spin around the kitchen
until your humming
would overcome my fears
You had a way
of saying what I needed to hear
you understood me better than I do
there wasn't the opportunity
for you to teach me all you knew
and I’m having a hell of a time getting up to speed
You had a way
of showing that bravery
doesn’t require grandiose gestures
it’s waiting for a phone call
that tells you there’s no chance at all
You had a way
of making sure
I’d be okay
when each year spins round
(like we would do)
to Mother's Day