Long Ago Today

It was very long ago She didn’t wear makeup then And her long, long arms That I remember so well Would wrap themselves around me Tightly pressed up to me Her golden hair Would whirl and twirl All about in the wind As her breath Fell sweetly On my lips like honey These days She paints her lips And spends the first Of her early morning waking hours Trying to remove the years And the jeans she once wore Have been replaced By dresses That my mother once wore She has exchanged her dancing boots And avant-garde hat For granny shoes and a cane And walks more slowly Then I ever remember But in the dark Her long, long arms Still feel the way they always did And her words of love She told me many years ago Still sound the same