5 years ago, my Mum died. I was 26 and a half, she was 12 days shy of 60. None of us were ready to be without her. I have the survived the darkest times since then because of the people that love me, lots of whom loved her too. My feelings doubled in size. And those emotions have come out in poems. I have learned to live differently. To hold on tight and appreciate the moments. To always laugh as loud as possible. To give as much as I can spare. To care about making things better. To never stop dreaming. I appreciate all the joy I can conjure. But I still miss you, Mum. Any time I miss anyone, when they're away or there's not enough time, it's always about you too. I want her spirit to live on. Her name was Maddie.