My Mother

Written by: STEPHEN MORROW

My dear darling mother…

I was not there when you needed me most
To hold your hand or to whisper soft words.

How can I ever be free from the guilt?
Or the pain that I feel.

There is never a moment that I don’t wish
I could turn back the clock.
Turn it back to a time when I was only a
Child and you a young woman.

Back to the days when you would sweep me up
In to your arms and call me your little boy.

Back to the days when all my troubles could be
Driven away by just the sound of your sweet reassuring voice.
A time when you could kiss away all my tears.

My dear darling mother I will be forever grateful
For the love and understanding you gave me.
For you were the rock on to which the foundations 
Of my very soul were built

And even though I will never again be able to 
Hold you as a son can a mother
Or hear you softly call out my name 
The beautiful memories I have of our life together
Will mean that you live on,
 Live on in the very essence of my sole 
.