Sunday, May 12, 2013

To Mother with Love

For all the things I didn't say
The compliments not paid.
For times of night, and of day,
I could've been less staid.

I wish I'd told you that I cared
More often than I did.
So many things we might have shared
Were left alone, unsaid.

Perhaps you knew it all along,
And words unspoken came
To you in terms of things like song
Each time you heard my name.

Still there will be another day
When we both meet above
To have my chance to simply say
I'd like to share my love.


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