Mother I

Passed through someone's winter

When summer was still unfolding

But what autumn left behind

I know, spring will still be holding

And it will come

With the wind blowing in my hair

Memories I once had

of present, future and past

To remind me

Remembering is always sad

And Mother, I know

They sound like empty words

Some say

She speaks without reason or rhyme

But in my muddled thoughts

I am feeling all the time

And now the seasons pass in days

Like lovers  through my door

And with each forgotten season

I fear there will be no more

Mother,

You're married and you're settled

While I am still drifting on the breeze

And hoping that I will grow

Old with grace and ease

Or find someone

To blanket the chill of loneliness

And to teach me that living

Doesn't have to always be a joke

Someone to help me break this love-lock I am in

Before all my dreams go up in smoke

Terry D. Robertson

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