Memories of another time still come To me and fill my mind, with thoughts. Of you when you were young. I lie awake 'Till the morning sun comes creeping Through my window shade, as I dwell upon Mistakes I've made. What I would give to Go back in time and feel your little Hand in mine. To cherish each fast and Fleeting day. To hold you close and kiss Away, each pain that life will have in Store and try to give you so much more. You are part and will always be, imbedded in the soul of me. While I'm Here, I want to say, that I've loved you Each and every day and when my time on Earth is gone. The privilege was mine to have been your Mom.
This poem was written by my mother on the eve of my 18th . She wrote it to me in a small note enclosed with an envelope and put it inside my school bag and once i got to school i read it and so did my friends..... We all cried together....