Lou

Kidding around, I called mother “Lou” Short for Louella between us two. She’d return the favor; call me “number three.” At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me. “Thank you, Lou” always brought a smile, A wink and shoulder shrug also beguiled For only between us, we understood The love that we shared, was incredibly good! “Smells great, Lou” I would say in the kitchen She would toss me a peeler and I’d pitch in. And when she would sing with her old guitar A “love that, Lou” wouldn’t follow far. “How are you feeling"? I worried to ask “Oh, you know Thomas, I’ll finish the task. Whether easy or hard, Lou never gave up Always serving and filling our cup. “I’m missing you Lou the magnificent!” As I sense a same sentiment… heaven sent. The bond that we know, will forever exist Till at heaven’s gate, will grow more with a kiss. Till then, I will whisper and pray and sing Of the love that I have for our little “Thing.” Until next time, you'll hear a son’s eager “Lou!” Because number three, has been pining for you.