Thinking of Mom.
As morning washed over me I took a moment, a thought, time...
a child who was no more then a burden now thirty-nine,
never once did I take the easy way, she knew it wasn't me
son off to college,my baby now 13, dose she see?
I found true love, a wonderful wife, and planted my tree
I washed away my sins took what life gave me and let it be,
happy and humbled loved and looked to some one I want to be,
now theres no here to say there proud of me.
Copyright © Michael Romero | Year Posted 2008
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