Mother
I walk alone Trying to find a way back home I look for a landmark Yet I keep coming back to the start I am tired and strained The sights and sounds seem unfamiliar The shadows grow longer I am scared and frightened I see a light shining in the distance I open my eyes Yes, I am home A loving touch A hand runs its fingers through my hair It's you mother I am comforted by your tender loving care
From A Distance
How well do you have to know one For you to like and admire them Isn’t it easy to love such special someones Simply from the tales people tell of them The smile on one’s face the tear in the eye The signs of their rushing memory are hard to miss Unstoppable emotions hard as one may try Flooding consciousness especially on days like this The good die young they always say Short lives that shone real real bright Personalities that stood out everyday Testaments unto themselves if one might Nostalgia provokes often with a sting Why they had to go and we had to stay Nonetheless there’s no telling of the joy they bring Each time you think of them more so on their special day