To My Children
Yes I know I live in,
A nice big lovely home.
I have a lot to look forward to,
My mail box and my phone.
Watching for the postman,
For a letter he never brings.
Staying near the telephone,
That seldom ever rings.
It seems it wasn't long ago,
That you both were young.
The day that I gave birth to you,
That's when my life begun.
Yesterday when you were young,
My heart was filled with joy.
For back then I had at home,
My baby girl and boy.
But time did pass so quickly,
You became a woman and a man.
I never get to see you,
But every now and then.
Maybe on a Christmas,
Or perhaps on Mother's Day.
But even then you have to rush,
For you haven't long to stay.
It seems you're always working,
You have such a busy life.
And you need more time alone,
With your husband or your wife.
Well the years are passing
quickly,
And I'm getting old and grey.
Seems I grow more weary,
With each and every day.
When my time does finally come,
My loneliness shall end.
Just try and remember me,
As your mother and your friend.
"Don't take time for my
funeral",
For I'll not know you're there.
Just go about your busy day,
For I forgive you dear.
by Winnie Lovett 1988
10/29/2006
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