Tim

He would visit her everyday His hair was neatly combed A flannel shirt he always wore, Whenever he left home. Sometimes whe he would visit She didn't have much to say, But some days she would chatter on He wanted to stay all day. He liked her in that pale blue dress The one that was trimmed with lace, She would wear it just for him It showed off her delicate face. He remembered how he met her The way she smiled at him, How many years had it been now Since they lost their dear son Tim? He said he'd come tomorrow And bring a beautiful red rose, But he knew she didn't hear him As in her chair she dozed. When he got home that evening He already knew, The phone call did not surprise him That he had lost his love so true. As he gathered her belongings Her Bible he looked within, A note between the pages read Mom is with me "Love" from Tim Lynn Barany