So, I was having a late night and thought, Why don't I do another songfic? I mean, we were listening to YouTube and I was connected to the internet, might as well use my access for lyrics and the Wii for songs. So, here we are.
Disclaimer:don't rub it in Kelly! I know I don't own Darkest Powers!
Mama's Song - CPOV
Mama, you taught me to do the right things.
So now you have to let your baby fly
You've given me everything I'll need
To make it through this crazy thing called life
And I know you watched me grow up,
And only what's best for me
And I think I found the answers to your prayers.
I rubbed Derek's hand as it squeezed my shoulder. I smiled at the grass before me as I took another breath, readying myself to finish.
And he is good, so good.
And he treats your little girl like a real man should.
He is good, so good.
He makes promises he keeps.
No he's never going to leave.
So, don't you worry about me.
Don't you worry about me.
I blinked back the tears, and I felt him move behind me. He rubbed my arms, removing the goose-flesh as it appeared on my arms from the chilly wind that blew my white dress and blonde hair all around me. I took another deep breath.
Mama, there's no way you'll ever lose me.
Giving me away is not goodbye.
And as you watch me walk down to my future,
I hope tears of joy are in your eyes.
'Cause he is good, so good.
And he treats your little girl like real man should.
He is good, so good.
He makes promises he keeps,
No he's never gonna leave.
So don't you worry about me.
Don't you worry about me.
I glanced back at Derek, his gaze meeting mine, love and reassurance filling it, convincing me to go on. I nodded and gave him a small smile. He responded with smile as well, and I turned back to face my mother.
And when I watch my baby grow up,
I'll only want what's best for her.
And I hope she finds the answer to my prayers.
And that she'll say:
That he is good, so good.
And he treats your little girl like a real man should.
He is good, so good.
He makes promises he keeps,
No he's never gonna leave.
So don't you worry about me.
Don't you worry about me.
I crouched before my mothers' gravestone, smiling sadly. I read the inscription:
Jennifer Saunders. September 19 - October 21.
We'll miss you, Jenny!
I finished the letter.
Mama, don't you worry about me.
"Mama, don't you worry about me." I gently placed the words beside my mother's grave stone. Standing, I took hold of Derek's hand and walked out of the cemetery, with only a backwards glance as we drove away.