A Ride With Mom
A Ride With Mom
All alone in bed
Tonight I am dreaming of the dead
Mom and I were in the car driving
I had no idea where we would be arriving
It was a sunny day
Mom didn’t have much to say
Then suddenly I awoke
This ride was no joke
All these questions in my head
This always happens to me with a visit from the dead
What did Mom want to tell me
Did she just want to share Thanksgiving Glee
So now Mom’s presence in my dream
Sends me to my desk to write down my mental stream
I haven’t dream’t of Mom in years
Not since the Funeral Fears
It’s Two AM in the mourn
Writing this poem is this how Love is born
I will tell my new Lady Friend
About my dream and what I have penned
Did Mom want to hear about Caroline
The Spanish Mexican Beauty who is Divine
Long Luscious Black Hair
A Beautiful Face Beyond Compare
An Angel’s Voice
I have no choice
Her spell is starting to take hold of me
The sight of her can send any man to his knee
Her aroma is intoxicating
I think she is much more than a Fall Fling
Saturday I will give her a purple and white rose
This woman has driven me to write prose
Well I guess it is my turn to take a Female Chance
Maybe we will both find romance
Is this why Mom took me for a ride tonight
To show me my search for Love is finally in sight
Only time will tell if Mom is right
That Caroline will be my darling delight
Copyright © Joseph Elward | Year Posted 2010
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