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MISS’N YOU MOMMA
by Brett Biaggio

I can’t believe I’m here Momma
Writing these words ’bout miss’n you Momma
You should be here to answer my call
So much done changed since you been gone

Where to begin Momma
Your grandkids got your wit Momma
Got that Queeny way ’bout ’em
And they’re get’n mighty tall

You show’d me love Momma
My sweet Missouri Momma
I miss your laugh hugs and midnight birthday calls
Miss’n you Momma

Giv’n those kids a bunch of love Momma
Has been your sister’s mission Momma
And she does a damn good job
Send a cardinal her way to say hello

You show’d me love Momma
My sweet Missouri Momma
I miss your laugh hugs and midnight birthday calls
Miss’n you Momma

Since that June day Momma
When your tired heart became angel wings Momma
I wake up call’n out your name
But don’t worry I’m still chas’n all our dreams

You show’d me love Momma
My sweet Missouri Momma
I miss your laugh hugs and midnight birthday calls
Miss’n you Momma

Promise to visit Momma
Often as you can Momma
I love and miss you every day
Oh and before I forget tell mawmaw and pawpaw I say hello

In my heart forever Momma
When I look to the sky Momma
The stars haven’t twinkled since you been gone
Still I smile and image you up there

I’m miss’n you Momma
Miss’n you Momma
God knows I’m really miss’n you
Miss’n you Momma

I wrote this song for my momma *This is the creative works and intellectual property of Brett Biaggio and Words and Perks LLC and any use in any form without written permission for personal or commercial is strictly prohibited.

“Alan Key once said, ‘The best way to predict the future is to invent it.’ I find this to be such an obvious truth, that most of us are at fault for overlooking it. Stop waiting for life and live. Make your reality better than your dreams…” -Tom Frost, Pacific Prep: Tree of Knowledge

My Motivation

Some know that back in 2013, after the loss of my best friend Jessica Jaros Davis, I started writing THE CURSED JACKSON GREEN, which has since become PACIFIC PREP: BLOODLINES. What most don’t know is that after hitting 91 pages and deciding to dedicate the story to my friend, my mom Denise Zangaro was the very first person to read it. She returned the manuscript with so much red ink that it looked like a murder mystery. Her notes were honest but with love. I’m so grateful for her interest and contribution to my story. How she looked at me, was so encouraging. I’ll never forget it. It’s only right that I list my incredible mom as an editor; after all, she was my first.

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