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