Mother.............(Yo mom..3)

Mother comfort mercy mild, Do you look down and laugh? To see your grey haired wild child, Speak to your photograph. I've loved them mom, best as I can, And been loved in return. It takes a mother to make a man, And it takes a man to learn. Mom the night is whispers in the wind. The voices are forever, but the dark will one day end. The only moment is here and now, The only need is the giving. Without reguard for why or how, The joy is in the living. And if by chance I shed a tear, Its a glad one born of love. For mother you still comfort here, From Heaven far above. And Mother every word I pen, Reflects your kind heart once again. Out in the world, their sorrow grows. Hearts cry out, and poetry flows. They cry for peace and no one knows, Where the road we walk on go's In the gentle heart of women, mother I have seen the rose, Just as you always ever hoped for me. The essance of the lightening and the place a dreamer goes, The magic of His love in poetry. I tell them that they were made for joy, That Heavens love is true. With all my passion I employ, The gifts I got from you. Mother comfort mercy dream, In whose hands shall I wake? let come the words that might redeem, The hours we all take. Rest beloved, before night fell, And all your work was done. This child learned your lessons well, This man is still your son.I think I would give anything for her to read this. anything at all. I heard you mom, rest in peace. Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 07:26 AM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 8