Mother On My Mind
I slowly close my eyes,
Receding through gone by years,
Bring back thoughts of you,
Among the fresh flowing tears.
A kiss upon your rosy cheek,
A soft hand to caress my face,
The loving voice as you greet me,
Your aged movements etched in grace.
I long to feel your motherly touch,
Through no other can that special love flow,
Instead of standing close by your side,
In mournful memory I often go.
Sweet gentle, woman my dear Mother,
In rest below the granite stone,
I bring to you a rose in full bloom,
Though I know onward, you have gone.
March 2, 2004©