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Apr 2013
I found a place where we could talk
undisturbed, an hour or two.
A verdant grove, a treasure trove
of colors green and blue..

It's been so long since we had shared
some time like this alone.
I cannot blame you, Mother Dear,
-it was I who chose to roam.

It's true that I'm kept busy-
what with school, my job, my home.
Still that is a poor excuse
to leave one's Mom alone.

I see the changes time has wrought,
Those times that saw me stray.
The Spring is missing from your step
Your visage has grown gray.

You have been patient, loving, kind,
through the Autumn of my years.
I've heard your cries in winter winds
In April storms, your tears.

I hope there's time to make amends
for all the wrongs I've done
To dance once more beneath the Moon
as radiant as the Sun.
A poem in honor of Earth day- have you talked to your mother lately?
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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