Thoughts of A Mother
One touch from your lips The years go in rows of ten,
A mother’s love never dies, © 2003 Kimberly Rae Hanzlik
Tells me you care.
One wisp of your hair
Makes my heart feel all but bare.
What I wouldn’t do to give them back by then.
Mistakes are made by those who care,
My heart is still about to tear.
Of this I would tell no lies.
The day will come, when our hearts will meet.
Until then, I will just take a seat.