You told me back in May
I do remember well.
You said it's been so long for her to smile.
These secret words you told me
while she was away.
Made my trip to her worthwhile.
But then again I cried, dear Mom,
I cried to be there now.
Loving and caring for her everyday.
And to you, Mom, I tell you this
She's the one I love.
My heart is hers in each and every way.
She doesn't like promises
for fear of them to break.
And this I truly understand.
So I dream and wish and hope
and pass away the time.
Until I can one day ask you for her hand.
10/23/01
