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" Mom's Rime "

Sailing across an ocean deep...
those colours so all a'glitter~
I've found time is mine all away...
if I so choose to fritter~

Thus now does tedium seep...
of task so many and long~
'Tis plentiful then this time I fancy...
with which to think in song~

Rime becomes such music so...
puts my mind at ease~
Thus in doing 'tis now I find...
that it's me myself I please~

Oft be such.. time I'll find...
these rimes do run together~
Magic thus now found aloft...
Of birds all of a feather~

So now it is that this day so...
has me with thought of another~
A day which has itself to say...
a rime or song I'd ruther~

Where I sage or prophet thus...
No reason to ask for clue~
I'd sail off... forget this thought...
and pay the devil his due~

Yet rime that sings in mind this song...
reminds me so of pleasure~
Only that which my youth did find...
was so great and grand a treasure~

Were it not for age.. and wisdom thought...
I'd not be thinkin' this way~
Nor would I know one treasure is naught...
but about a Mother and her day~

For now I know those days were fine...
and ever full of fun~
That were it not for her gentle laugh...
and smile warm as sun~

I'd be not the sailor I am this day...
nor would I be a man~
Was my Mom always up her sleeve...
did have for me this plan~

So then it must be with gratitude...
and a heart near soft as hers~
I say to all I've lived a ball...
of times with no such measures~

By any standards other than those...
for which my sweet Mom did live~
Her thoughts were always of direction pure...
her desire to only give~

She sails now seas of harmony...
where winds are warm and soft~
She's my Mom forever... so then in heart...
my mind does feel her oft~

Warm words and songs of fancy sprung...
so ever and always fun~
Truth be known now finally I'm grown...
her treasure was just me her son~

SeaWolf
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