Del “Abe” Jones

MOTHER TIME

They say, “Time will heal all.”
Well, I’m not sure that’s true
For each year on Mother’s Day
There’s still nothing, I can do.

I can’t go and visit Mom
I can’t, give her a call
I can’t send a card or flowers
There’s just the memories, that’s all.

The times that I remember
Aren’t, a certain Mother’s Day
It’s all those many, special times
We shared, along the way.

Some memories are funny
And some of them are sad
There were times, of learning
When, I was that young lad.

Now, that I’ve grown older
And now that Mom is gone
I think of all I wish I’d said
Before, she had passed on.