How often I’ve thought , I’ll just stay in bed...
But that’s for sick folks my mother said
So I’ll just linger a little while... And let my memories make me smile..
My mother was strong and rather petite..
And my father so strict, yet so sweet.. They knew how difficult life could be...
Passing that on to my siblings and me....
As they had experience throughout their life..
With all the usual stress and strife.. And the pair of them taught us all so well....
Though the way we act sometimes you couldn’t tell..
The lessons we learn from our parents you see...
Are what makes us special like you and me..
As we grow and make our own way... Leaving our homeland so far away.... Years later returning to the place where U was born..
To scatter their ashes amongst the Rose garden thorn...
Was across the sea we had to go..
The memories were already starting to flow...
As I stood outside of the garden gate....
I heard Mother’s voice, so articulate..
“ tea’s ready “....
Then Dad said I hope it’s Earl Grey... It was then I realized this was the day..
As now they were gone and you can never go back..
So we must face the fact....
Our mind plays the movies in our head...
So with that in mind .. guess I’d better get out of bed...
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I find myself in this state quite often, waking up too early to be dragged out of bed by my helpers.
Ron
It's good to see you posting again.
Michael D.