I See Her Sometimes

I was a happy child,

not bad but a bit wild!

My poor Mom would work so hard,

and would come home so very tired!

But she always found time,

to sing me to sleep with a rhyme!

I wish you could’ve seen,

my Mom was a beautiful Human Being!

She had to go it alone,

to make me a happy home!

She was still a very young girl,

but to me there was no better Mom in the world!

She was just sixteen and had to grow up fast,

and put away her childhood past!

I can remember my Mom’s gentle touch,

I loved and I miss he very much!

I sometimes dream of her at night,

and my tears I have to fight!

My Mom was the love of my life!

I didn’t get to say Goodbye,

before my Mom died.

It haunts me to this very day,

that I was so far away!

I have no grave to visit her,

her ashes were spread in the Ocean’s Surf!

I wish I could’ve kissed my Mom one more time,

and sung one of her beautiful rhymes!

Duke Sherman