MOTHER'S DREAMS
On legs made weak with age, she slowly totters back to her favorite rocking chair
With a sigh she leans back and begins her gentle rocking
The cup of coffee she made already forgotten
Soon she is lost in another time and place
A little girl chasing butterflies acarross the meadow
Pictures of her and her first Beau gliding across the dance floor
Her work callused hands, now made soft with age, stroke the arm of the chair
The way she did my brow when fever made me fuss
There are so many happy memories to visit, that love over the years has made
Then I see a tear trickle dow her cheek
And I know there sere some sad times there too
Her love does not let her dreams linger there
A smile returns, and she begins to rock a little faster
It fills my heart with joy to have shared those happy times
Still it hurts to think I might have caused that tear
I need not have feared as I know her love would not hve let it linger there
So I lie back in my chair and join her in her dreams
As I awakaen from my dreams
Her chair has stilled and her eyes are closed in sleep
As I look a little close, I see it is a sleep from which she will not awake
Then as the tears start to trickle down my cheeks
I feel a hnd brush back my hair and a kiss upon my brow
Once again her love has come the kiss the hurt away
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