Of my mother, long passed!
Her eyes follow me through time and space
Touching memories that forever last
There seems to be an uneasy smile
That rest upon her beautiful face
As if she's watching her son as he goes through this life
From a faraway distance place
Stilled worried about how I'm doing
Wondering if I can stand the rain
Wishing she could touch as she did so long ago
And ease my grown up pain
I would really love to talk with her
But she doesn't come into my dreams
She doesn't say a word, just keeps on watching
From the photo, in the old picture frame.
©2011 Thomas L. White III