Fireflies

I wrote this after my mom passed. (4.20.12)

It's June 1st and nothing feels right
your gone away with a new life
Could you come back to me?
Could you come back to me?

Things are different without you
Numb to touch, I'm a fool
But the fireflies will lead me to you
Those fireflies will guide me

Since April 20, I'm numb
I pray for serenity, peace
Mother oh please
Could you come back to me?
Could you come back to me?

Things are different without you
numb to touch, I'm a fool
Those fireflies will guide me

**I guess this was more likely to be a song than a poem..**