He Said...
He said, 'Mom, you should be a writer.'
She said, 'Son, I am.'
Somehow, he missed her words
Lost them along with
the other 'unheards'
Years passed and finally, so did she
Among her possessions he found
some old worn notebooks
And wondered, what could they be
He pulled up a chair and sat down
His face slowly becoming a frown
There, upon the old, yellowed pages
was her handwriting
Telling her life's story
Going through all the stages
Her life in rhymes
of all the times
they'd been together
and the times they'd been apart
Here and there the ink was blurred
where tear drops had fallen
straight from her heart
All the things she wanted to say
But lives get busy along the way...
Her handwriting changed
from young and fine
to old and bold
The letters leapt from
the well-worn pages
She'd written her story
Sometimes she'd been right
Sometimes she'd been wrong
Just some old yellowed pages
Softly playing Mom's life song.
'Mom, you should be a writer.'
~Mom~
7/12/09
Because I Love You, Stephen
I just wanted you to know
some day, may be Mom will
be a writer
Me and your Dad, 1968
By UntanglynMyMind
© 2009 UntanglynMyMind
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