Mother - Revised
When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought,
I smile for the at attention that I often sought
I see again the times when I was young.
Knowing if I was sad then you would come.
You would dry teardrops that then would flow
A soothing word and I'd forget my woe
You were my bedside nurse on a restless night.
I was consoled that you were not far from my sight.
Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved,
I now see love through your stormy rage.
I never believed that I was ever wrong.
But with your wise words I have grown Oh so strong.
So when I think of you, Mother and friend,
All regrets are over, all sorrows end.
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012
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