What I learned from a conversation with a tomb stone

There is a part of me that never left this plot
I came back to find it, the other part of me
But all I found was a headstone where we layed my mother,
layed her to be

“You were only fourteen”, everyone tells me
“You have no reason, to continue your self-hatred”
But I know others, younger, who lost their mothers
Who didn’t turn out this way

But I learned the other part of me is her
And only deep inside myself, will she let me find her
For that is where she rests, not beneath this earth and grass.