MY MOM

Sometimes I catch myself 
Thinking, "When I phone,
I can talk of this or that!" 
Then remember, I'm alone

She was always there 
To answer my calls - 
To listen to my "small talk" 
Or when I climbed the walls.

At times, I didn't feel like talking 
And somehow, she understood - 
Didn't say she wished I'd call 
Or make me feel like I should. 


Now, I wish I would have 
More times, to show I cared - 
To say, just how important 
Were, all those times we shared. 

I could have shown my love 
So much more than I did - 
I never, did it enough 
Even when I was a kid.

Now it's too late to do or say 
All those things I wish I had - 
No way to ease the pain inside
When my heart is sad. 

She was my "anchor" to this life - 
The "rock", that I clung to - 
The place, where I could turn 
When, nowhere else would do.
Now, the ravages of time 
Have worn my "rock" away - 
And all I have to cling to 
Are memories of yesterday.