She sits in her rocking chair-
a faint smile on her face.
She's remembering another time-
another day-another place.
I can only see my mother as she
was when I was a girl-
Now she's all wrapped up in
her own silent world.
I wonder if she thinks of me in
her own private way-
Does she remember the happy times?
It seems like yesterday.
Now she is only a shell from the
Mother I have known-
All the hugs - All the talks- All
the sharing - it is gone!
If only I could break through the wall
separating her from me-
If only I could bring back my Mother
as she used to be.
Is she as lonely inside as she seems
to appear?
Do I see at times the tiny glimmer
of a tear?
Mother , please come back to me-
This plea comes from my heart.
Break down the barrier , Mother, thats
keeping us apart!
I miss the beautiful times we had-
The memories that we shared-
There were moments in my life, Mother,
when you were the only one who cared.
My childhood years - our happy times-
Are locked somewhere in memory-
And only YOU dear Mother, only you
hold the key.
I can only see my Mother as she was
when I was a girl-
Now she's all wrapped up in her own
private world.
Written By Linda M. Hill
