When all the children were home and the work was through,
We'd gather round our instruments and sing a song or two.
Sometimes we would start a fire and 'round it we would sit.
Then we had fun playing games while the fire was lit.
As the flames turned to embers, at setting of the sun,
We had a little talk with God, and after that was done,
I tucked them lovingly beneath the covers on the bed.
Then hugging them tightly, I gently kissed their head.
"Good night my child, I love you," I would always say.
"I love you too mama," they said, thus ended another day.
You couldn't write a poem long enough to tell it all,
Sleepless nights when they were ill, silently growing tall.
No longer little children, seemed overnight they'd grown.
They don't need us anymore, so now we are alone.
Occasionally they'd come to dine, a holiday or two.
We'd laugh and have a good time 'til after dinners through.
Seems only about an hour, when suddenly the place,
Was empty as my heart felt, the smile gone from my face.
Guess I'll forget the evening I had planned for them here.
It wasn't much to ask, I thought, as I brushed away a tear.
"Goodbye my child, I love you, I wish that you could stay."
"I know, mama, we love you too, maybe another day."
I used to think there'd come a day they'd want my company.
They would call me now and then, but didn't hear my plea.
"Wouldn't it be fun!", I asked, "If we all got together,
Maybe camp for a weekend, if there's sunny weather?"
Seems though they were to busy, there never came the day,
That all of us could get together, so I grew old and gray.
Seeming extra tired one night, I lay down with my pillow,
Watching the wind gently blow upon the weeping willow.
My heart was yearning for the love of all the days gone by.
Silently aching, tears overflowed, I wish I wouldn't cry.
"Good night Mama, I love you!", I seemed to hear them say,
As the weeping willow faded, like dreams of yesterday.....
Mama lay amidst the flowers, a tear upon her face.
Just my imagination, cuz I'm standing in this place.
"Mama, did I make you cry?" 'Twas then I realized,
There was a tear upon her face, and it came from my eyes.
I thought, as I stood alone, of all the days gone by.
When I called her on the phone, I thought I heard her cry.
"Wish we could get together, couldn't we plan a date?"
It never seemed important then, Oh God, now it's too late!
My heart was beating wildly, I felt my face flush red.
"Oh Mama, how I love you, how I wish you weren't dead!
"Goodbye my child, I love you", I seemed to hear her say.
"Oh Mama! Mama! I love you!", I cried, as I was pulled away.
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