Mama's Kiss Goodbye

In Winter’s cold, on chill of air Remains a frozen memory A boy of eight, the streets of ice To glide my path to school The baker’s door of frosted pane A beacon in its glacial glow Would guide my footsteps fervently To score a “Chocolate Twist” The scurry of my frigid toes To find my way to breakfast Informed that I was ready To brave another day The working class of childhood days Allowed no fancy cars A frosty morn had faithful hope The boiler would survive I ask myself why thoughts abide So sweetly of this bitter scene It was the love, that warmed my heart, In Mama’s kiss goodbye